Meek Mill, JAY-Z, Rick Ross - What’s Free lyrics

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 (M-M)
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 (M-M)
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
(M-M-Maybach music)

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
(Run it down) 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'USSÉ 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
'Cause 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 scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy guilt free, still me
And expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y'all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin' me
I don't jive turkey say "Happy Thanksgiving
" shit sound like a murder to me smoke free
All of y'all callin' out toll free
Label rob you for millions yet you
Wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
You lay a hand on Hov
My shooter shoot for free
I promise World War Three
Send a order through a hands free
Kill you in 24 hours or 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 nah
(Ha ha ha ha ha) Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahaha