What's Free Lyrics - Meek Mill

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 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 

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Since a lad, I was cunning 

Just got a pad out in London 

I keep stackin' my money 

I need a ladder by summer 

AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots 

Been a Top Dawg, that's before the K.Dots 

Crackin' in '06, immaculate showmanship 

Talk it 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 

Hanging pictures like niggas swinging 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 gamblin' huf 

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 rap 

Racketeering charges caught him on a tap 

Lookin' for a bond lawyers wanna tax 

Purple hair got them faggots on your back 

Photos 

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? 

Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap 

20 mil' in cash, they know I got that off a rap 

Maybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts 

Or the billionaire from Marcy 

Ain't no way they got my back 

Seein' how I prevailed now 

They try to knock me back, uh 

Lock me in the cell for all 

Them nights and I won't snap, uh 

Two-fifty a show and they 

Still think I'm sellin' crack 

When you bring my name up 

To the judge just tell em' facts 

Tell em 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 they designed it 

I think they want me silenced (Shush) 

Oh say can you 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 in 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 in council, I'm dizzy 

Phantom, five hundred thousand 

Hundred round in a stizzy 

Is we beefin' or rappin' 

I might just pop up with Drizzy like 

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? 

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 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 boss it up with my G's 

Smoke most of 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 DNA, uh 

I ain't like one of these house 

Niggas 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 nigga's sense of pride 

Now how that's free? 

And the people stole their 

Soul and hit niggas with 360's 

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 of what I might say 

They gon' have to kill me Grandmama 

I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha) 

Check out the bizarre rappin' 

Style used by me the HOV 

Look at my hair free, care free 

Niggas ain't near free 

Enjoy your chains, whats your employer 

Name with the hair piece? 

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 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" 

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 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)