Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's Free, artist - Meek Mill.
Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What's Free |
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 |
[Chorus: Meek Mill & |
JAY-Z |
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) Hahahahahahahahaha |