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Fried Rice

Release date: 5th June 2019

From Spilled Milk 1

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About This Track

Bas and JID team up on a track built around the metaphor of carrying a city's weight. The pair liken their respective boroughs to fried rice served beneath chicken wings, a compact image for the way their hometowns sit heavy on their shoulders. Bas moves through the verse with quiet confidence, touching on survival, hindsight, and the quiet authority that comes from knowing how to run a block. JID arrives with sharper edges, his delivery more fractured and aggressive, the two voices creating a natural friction. The song sits somewhere between reflection and swagger. Bas dwells on impaired decisions and the accumulation of small luxuries, whilst JID trades in more immediate threat and appetite. Both rappers circle the same idea: the city as both burden and credential, something that shapes you and something you carry. The production sits back enough to let the verses breathe, letting the contrast between their approaches do most of the work.

"Fried Rice" is a track by Bas, from the album Spilled Milk 1, released 5th June 2019. Full lyrics are available below.

About the Artist

Bas

Bas

Lyrics

Fried Rice

[Intro: Bas]

Milk

[Chorus: Bas]

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired

Jamo and the ginger beer, I’m gettin' there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it sit in there

Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul

But I'm over it though, had to block me a number

[Interlude]

We’re sorry

[Verse 1: Bas]

This from the latest collection, my boy

You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer

Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice

I done died twice, I got nine lives, that means seven to spare

Vision blurry, but the hindsight always 20/20

I see Heaven and Hell

Yeah, just to bust up a sale

Yeah, tell 'em come and get me fuckin' nonviolence when the nine flyin'

Hear her lullabyin', make her sing like Adele

Heavy on me like a pelle

Singin' off-key, get 'em off me

We on all streets for the money, niggas hit up Wall Street

Had them boys ringin’ the bell

Ain’t no Libra, but my scale ready if this rap shit ever fail

Get me hot

My borough taught me how to run a block

Confidence is quiet, I don't talk a lot

I call my mama and I call the shots

I don’t call these bitches, they just talk a lot

Cop a couple toys and we can make a play

Now the driveway like a parking lot

"Beware the dogs" what the sign say

I did it my way, I did it my way

[Chorus: Bas]

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired

Jamo and the ginger beer, I'm gettin' there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it sit in there

Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul

But I’m over it though, had to block me a number

[Interlude: JID]

Block block, uh, block, look

[Verse 2: JID]

You got the gas, but it's not like mine

She got that ass, but she not that fine

Don't make a nigga laugh

I need the cash in the bag in advance

Before I grab any mic' and a stand

Don't make a nigga mad

Spazz the fuck out, all bad, I'm all Madden

I'm on a go route now, but I do all patterns

I'm with your ho right now, and she's a tall glass

I'm a can full of whoop-yo-ass

A little .40 in the booking bag

I put a bullet in your lookin' ass

Aw, baby, what is you doin'?

Been lookin', askin' for something you can work your ass off for

My nigga, grab it, go after it

I'm p-p-passionate, d-d-damagin' my anatomy

Don't get mad at me if I pass out while I'm ramblin'

I'm an animal, an anomaly

Mari-mari-marijuana, it's the God in me, gotta be

A better way just to get away, takin' the backstreet roads

A couple days, maybe, give or take (Yeah)

Baby, I'm gon' get home

Uh, when I'm in the zone I'm in, I'm ignoring your phone call again

The phone, off the dome talk, your phone block, block

You're on, switch off

The long lost lil' nigga gettin' it how he live, hol' up

[Chorus: Bas]

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired

Jamo and the ginger beer, I'm gettin' there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it sit in there

Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul

But I'm over it though, had to block me a number

[Outro: Bas]

This from the latest collection, my boy

You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer

Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice

Like it's fried rice

Boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer

Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice

Like it's fried rice

Track details

From Spilled Milk 1

2019

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