Know what free is nigga?[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Whats free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controlling what we see
Told my niggas ‘I need you’
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my feet
Told my niggas ‘I need you’
Stay up I know these times ain’t true
Real life, stay free
[Verse: Rick Ross]
Since a lad, I was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stacking my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin’ stray shots
Been a Top Dog, that’s before the K.dot’s
Crackin’ in ’06, immaculate showmanship
Talk it like you Mich Disastrous on the strip
Holdin’ on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain’t nothing but a bitch
Hanging pictures like niggas swinging from his dick
We so different you thought these didn’t exist
The Megla-Don never seen on his wrist
I’m from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin’ the pavement, I pray I’m illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody’s favorite
Bond and kilo go hand in hand like we gamblin’ huf
My amigo, a million grams and we countin’ them up
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around a stole the track
Screaming ‘gang gang’ now you wanna rap
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin’ for a bond lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Whats free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controlling what we see
Told my niggas ‘I need you’
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my feet
Told my niggas ‘I need you’
Stay up I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?
[Verse: Meek Mill]
Fed investigations, heard they plottin’ like I trapped
20 mil in cash, I know they heard I got that off a rap
Maybe its the Michael Rubin’s or the Robert Krafts
Or the millionaires from Marcy I know they got my back
Seein’ how I prevailed now they try to knock me back
Lock me in the cell for all those nights and I won’t snap
Two-fifty a show and they still think I’m sellin’ crack
When you bring my name up to the judge tell em’ facts
Tell em how fundin’ all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin’ all these wars, stoppin’ violence
Tryna fix the system and the way they designed it
I think they want me soundless
Oh say can you see
I dont feel like I’m free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin’ that gat will turn me from slave to a king
Another day in the beam
I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin’ a wheelie, my people [?] the city
From a cell to a chopper view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin’ soon as I pop it we leave
Litty poppin’ like Bad Boy in 94
Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my account ain’t busy
That’s five milli’ in twenties
Sit up in council, I’m dizzy
Fifty-five hundred thousand
Hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin’ or rappin’, I might just pop up with Drizzy like, “What’s Free”
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Whats free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain’t controlling what we see
Told my niggas ‘I need you’
Through all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain’t where I wanna be
Before I’m judged by 12, put a 12 on my feet
Told my niggas ‘I need you’
Stay up I know these times ain’t true
Real life, what’s free?
[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifth’s of a man I believe’s the phrase
I’m 50% of D’usse and it’s dead free (yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B
Roc Nation, half of that – thats my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to boss it up with my G’s
Suppose my niggas won’t ever work together
You run a cheque up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don’t Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince’s to your name
I ain’t like one of these house nigga’s you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My house, my spot (c’mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us Pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took nigga’s sense of pride
Now how thats free?
And the people stole their soul and hit niggas with 360’s
I ain’t got a billion streams, I got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we ‘posed to be happy about this
We was praisin’ billboard but we was young
Now I look at Billboard like ‘Is you dumb?’
To this day, Grandma afraid of what I might say
They gon’ have to kill me Grandma, I’m not they slave (ha-ha-ha)
Check out the Bazaar, rappin’ style used by me the HOV
My head free, care free
Niggas ain’t [?] free
Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name? With the hair piece
I survived the hood, can’t no shoota outride me
My accounts so good I’m basically livin’ tax free
Factory, that’s me
Sold drugs, got free
Scott free, thats a si si si, copy
Kill-free, still me and they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say now kill me
Sucker free, no shuckin me
I don’t dry turkey
Say Happy Thanksgiving Day sound like a murder to me
More free
All of y’all calling out toll free
Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, I’m seasoned but I’m soft for you
Lay a hand, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War 3
Send an order through a hands free, kill you in 24 hours, you can’t ignore the hand speed
On god, it’s off the head this improv
But its no comedy
Sign I fail, hell naw (ha-ha-ha)
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