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What`s Free (Feat. Rick Ross & Jay Z) (06:02) Meek Mill
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  • You know what free is nigga
    What's free
    Free is when nobody else
    could tell us what to be
    Free is when the TV
    ain't controllin what we see
    Told my niggas I need you
    Through all the fame
    you know I stayed 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 V
    Told my niggas I need you
    Stay up I know these times ain't true
    Real life what's free
    Since a lad I was cunning
    just got a pad out in London
    I keep stackin my money
    I'll need a ladder by summer
    AK shots niggas duckin stray shots
    Been a top dog
    that's before the K-Dots
    Crackin in 06
    immaculate showmanship
    Talkin like you Mitch
    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 nothin but a bitch
    Hangin pictures like niggas
    swingin from his dick
    We so different
    you thought these didn't exist
    The Megalodon 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
    Pot and kilo go hand in hand like
    we Gamble and Huff
    My amigo a million grams and
    we countin em up
    You was dead broke
    I let you hold a pack
    You paid for it
    but I fucked around
    and stole the track
    Screaming gang gang now you wanna rat
    Racketeering charges
    caught him on a tap
    Lookin for a bond
    lawyers wanna tax
    Purple hair got them
    faggots on your back
    What's free
    Free is when nobody else
    could tell us what to be
    Free is when the TV
    ain't controllin what we see
    Told my niggas I need you
    Through all the fame
    you know I stayed 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 V
    Told my niggas I need you
    Stay up I know these times ain't true
    Real life what's free (Yeah)
    Fed investigations heard
    they plottin like I trap
    20 mill in cash they know
    I got that off of rap
    Maybe it's the Michael
    Rubins or the Robert Krafts
    Or the billionaire from Marcy
    and the way they got my back uh
    See how I prevailed now
    they try to knock me back uh
    Locked me in a cell for all
    them nights and I won't snap uh
    Two-fifty a show and
    they still think I'm sellin crack uh
    When you bring my name up to the judge
    just tell him facts
    Tell him how we 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 that they designed it
    I think they want me silenced (Shush)
    Oh say you can see
    I don't feel like I'm free
    Locked down in my cell
    shackled from ankle to feet
    Judge bangin that gavel
    turned me to slave from a king
    Another day in the bing
    I gotta hang from a string
    Just for poppin a wheelie
    my people march through 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 up we litty
    Poppin like Bad Boy in 94
    Big Poppa and Diddy
    And niggas counted me out like
    my accountant ain't busy
    That's five milli in twenties
    sit up and count til I'm dizzy
    Phantom 500 thousand
    hundred round in a stizzy
    Is we beefin or rappin
    I might just pop up with Drizzy like
    What's free
    Free is when nobody else
    could tell us what to be
    Free is when the TV
    ain't controllin what we see
    Told my niggas I need you
    Through all the fame
    you know I stayed 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 V
    Told my niggas I need you
    Stay up I know these times ain't true
    Real life what's free
    In the land of the free
    where the blacks enslaved
    Three-fifths of a man
    I believe's the phrase
    I'm 50% of D'USSE and
    it's debt free (Yeah)
    100% of Ace of Spades
    worth half a B (Uh)
    Roc Nation half of that
    that's my piece
    Hunnid percent of TIDAL to
    bust it up with my Gs uh
    Since most of my niggas
    won't ever work together
    You run a check 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 DNA uh
    I ain't one of
    these house niggas you bought
    My house like a resort
    my house bigger than yours
    My spou- (Come on 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 niggas sense of pride
    now how that's free
    And them people stole the soul
    and hit niggas with 360s huh
    I ain't got a billion streams
    got a billion dollars
    Inflating numbers like
    we posed to be happy about this
    We was praisin Billboard
    but we were young
    Now I look at
    Billboard like Is you dumb
    To this day Grandma fraid
    what I might say
    They gon have to kill me
    Grandmama I'm not they slave
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    check out the bizarre (Ah)
    Rappin style used by me the H-O-V
    Look at my hair free
    carefree niggas ain't near free
    Enjoy your chains
    what's your employer name
    with the hairpiece
    I survived the hood
    can't no Shaytan rob me
    My accountant's so good
    I'm practically livin' tax free
    Factory, that's me
    Sold drugs, got away scott free
    That's a C, C-E, copy
    Kill-free, still me and they expect me
    to not feel a way to this day
    You would say y’all kill me
    Sucker free, no shuckin me
    I don't jive turkey
    Say “Happy Thanksgiving Day
    shit sound like a murder to me
    Smoke free
    All of y'all calling out toll free
    Labels rob you for millions yet
    you wanna put a hole in me
    Sugar free, seasoned but I'm soft for you
    Lay a hand on Hov
    my shooter shoot for free
    I promise World War three
    Send an order through a hands free,
    kill you in 24 hours
    the shorter you can't ignore the hand speed
    On god, it's off the head this improv
    But it's no comedy
    Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha)

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