Artist: Meek Mill f/ Jay-Z, Rick Ross Album: Championships Song: What's Free Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Meek Mill] You know what free is, nigga? [Chorus: Meek Mill] 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 niggaz "I need you" Through all the fame, you know I stayed true Pray my niggaz 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 niggaz "I need you" Stay up, I know these times ain't true Real life, what's free? [Rick Ross] 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, niggaz duckin stray shots Been a +Top Dawg+, 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 niggaz 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 fuck around and stole the track Screamin "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"} [Chorus] [Meek Mill] Yeah, Fed investigations, heard they plottin like I trap 20 mil' 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 and 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 could tell how we rockin, soon as I pop up we litty Poppin like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and Diddy And niggaz 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] [Jay-Z] 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 100% of TIDAL to bust it up with my G's, uh Since most of my niggaz 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 niggaz you bought My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours My spou- (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 niggaz sense of pride, now how that's free? And them people stole the soul and hit niggaz with 360s (huh) I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars Inflatin 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, niggaz 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 shooters 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 naw Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Hahahahahahahahaha!