Lirik Lagu What's Free - Meek Mill
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What's free?Free is when nobody else could tell us what to beFree is when the TV ain't controllin' what we seeTold my niggas, "I need you"Through all the fame, you know I stayed truePray my niggas stay freeMade a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna beBefore I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my VTold my niggas, "I need you"Stay up, I know these times ain't trueReal life, what's free?
Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in LondonI keep stackin' my money, I'll need a ladder by summerAK shots, niggas duckin' stray shotsBeen a top dog, that's before the K-DotsCrackin' in '06, immaculate showmanshipTalkin' like you Mitch, disastrous on the stripHoldin' on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brickWith them people, you never been on a listMona Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a bitchHangin' pictures like niggas swingin' from his dickWe so different, you thought these didn't existThe Megalodon never seen on his wristI'm from the South where they never make it this richGod is the greatest, but Satan been on his shitWalkin' the pavement, I pray I'm illuminatedOver a decade and never nobody's favoritePot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and HuffMy amigo, a million grams and we count 'em and upYou was dead broke, I let you hold a packYou paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the trackScreaming "gang gang," now you wanna ratRacketeering charges caught him on a tapLookin' for a bond, lawyers wanna taxPurple hair got them faggots on your back
What's free?Free is when nobody else could tell us what to beFree is when the TV ain't controllin' what we seeTold my niggas, "I need you"Through all the fame, you know I stayed truePray my niggas stay freeMade a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna beBefore I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my VTold my niggas, "I need you"Stay up, I know these times ain't trueReal life, what's free? (Yeah)
Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap20 mill' in cash, they know I got that off of rapMaybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert KraftsOr the billionaire from Marcy, and the way they got my back, uhSee how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uhLocked me in a cell for all them nights and I won't snap, uhTwo-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack, uhWhen you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him factsTell him how we fundin' all these kids to go to collegeTell him how we ceasin' all these wars, stoppin' violenceTryna fix the system and the way that they designed itI think they want me silenced (Shush)Oh, say can you see, I don't feel like I'm freeLocked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feetJudge bangin' that gavel, turned me to slave from a kingAnother day in the bing, I gotta hang from a stringJust for poppin' a wheelie, my people march through the cityFrom a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the cityYou can tell how we rockin', soon as I pop up we littyPoppin' like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and DiddyAnd niggas counted me out like my accountant ain't busyThat's five milli' in twenties, sit up and count 'til I'm dizzyPhantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzyIs 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 beFree is when the TV ain't controllin' what we seeTold my niggas, "I need you"Through all the fame, you know I stayed truePray my niggas stay freeMade a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna beBefore I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my VTold my niggas, "I need you"Stay up, I know these times ain't trueReal life, what's free?
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslavedThree-fifths of a man, I believe's the phraseI'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 pieceHunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my Gs, uhSince most of my niggas won't ever work togetherYou run a check up but they never give you leverageNo red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and YeThey separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uhI ain't one of these house niggas you boughtMy house like a resort, my house bigger than yoursMy spou- (C'mon, man)My route better, of courseWe started without food in our mouthThey gave us pork and pig intestinesShit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a waveYou came back, reinvested and gentrified itTook niggas' sense of pride, now how that's free?And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huhI ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollarsInflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about thisWe was praisin' Billboard, but we were youngNow I look at Billboard like, "Is you dumb?"To this day, Grandma 'fraid what I might sayThey gon' have to kill me, Grandmama, I'm not they slaveHa-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarreRappin' style used by me, the H-O-VLook at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain't ne'er freeEnjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hairpiece?I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob meMy accountant's so good, I'm practically livin' tax freeFactory, that's meSold drugs, got away scot-freeThat's a CC, E-copyGuilt free, still meAnd expect me to not feel a way to this dayYou would say y'all killed meSucker free, no shuckin' me, I don't jive turkeySay "Happy Thanksgiving," shit sound like a murder to meSmoke free, all of y'all callin' out toll freeLabel rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in meSugar free, seasoned but I'm salt freeYou lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for freeI promise World War ThreeSend a order through a hands freeKill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can't ignore the hand speedOn god, it's off the head, this improv but it's no comedySign I fail? Hell nah(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha
Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in LondonI keep stackin' my money, I'll need a ladder by summerAK shots, niggas duckin' stray shotsBeen a top dog, that's before the K-DotsCrackin' in '06, immaculate showmanshipTalkin' like you Mitch, disastrous on the stripHoldin' on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brickWith them people, you never been on a listMona Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a bitchHangin' pictures like niggas swingin' from his dickWe so different, you thought these didn't existThe Megalodon never seen on his wristI'm from the South where they never make it this richGod is the greatest, but Satan been on his shitWalkin' the pavement, I pray I'm illuminatedOver a decade and never nobody's favoritePot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and HuffMy amigo, a million grams and we count 'em and upYou was dead broke, I let you hold a packYou paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the trackScreaming "gang gang," now you wanna ratRacketeering charges caught him on a tapLookin' for a bond, lawyers wanna taxPurple hair got them faggots on your back
What's free?Free is when nobody else could tell us what to beFree is when the TV ain't controllin' what we seeTold my niggas, "I need you"Through all the fame, you know I stayed truePray my niggas stay freeMade a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna beBefore I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my VTold my niggas, "I need you"Stay up, I know these times ain't trueReal life, what's free? (Yeah)
Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap20 mill' in cash, they know I got that off of rapMaybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert KraftsOr the billionaire from Marcy, and the way they got my back, uhSee how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uhLocked me in a cell for all them nights and I won't snap, uhTwo-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack, uhWhen you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him factsTell him how we fundin' all these kids to go to collegeTell him how we ceasin' all these wars, stoppin' violenceTryna fix the system and the way that they designed itI think they want me silenced (Shush)Oh, say can you see, I don't feel like I'm freeLocked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feetJudge bangin' that gavel, turned me to slave from a kingAnother day in the bing, I gotta hang from a stringJust for poppin' a wheelie, my people march through the cityFrom a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the cityYou can tell how we rockin', soon as I pop up we littyPoppin' like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and DiddyAnd niggas counted me out like my accountant ain't busyThat's five milli' in twenties, sit up and count 'til I'm dizzyPhantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzyIs 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 beFree is when the TV ain't controllin' what we seeTold my niggas, "I need you"Through all the fame, you know I stayed truePray my niggas stay freeMade a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna beBefore I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my VTold my niggas, "I need you"Stay up, I know these times ain't trueReal life, what's free?
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslavedThree-fifths of a man, I believe's the phraseI'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 pieceHunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my Gs, uhSince most of my niggas won't ever work togetherYou run a check up but they never give you leverageNo red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and YeThey separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uhI ain't one of these house niggas you boughtMy house like a resort, my house bigger than yoursMy spou- (C'mon, man)My route better, of courseWe started without food in our mouthThey gave us pork and pig intestinesShit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a waveYou came back, reinvested and gentrified itTook niggas' sense of pride, now how that's free?And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huhI ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollarsInflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about thisWe was praisin' Billboard, but we were youngNow I look at Billboard like, "Is you dumb?"To this day, Grandma 'fraid what I might sayThey gon' have to kill me, Grandmama, I'm not they slaveHa-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarreRappin' style used by me, the H-O-VLook at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain't ne'er freeEnjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hairpiece?I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob meMy accountant's so good, I'm practically livin' tax freeFactory, that's meSold drugs, got away scot-freeThat's a CC, E-copyGuilt free, still meAnd expect me to not feel a way to this dayYou would say y'all killed meSucker free, no shuckin' me, I don't jive turkeySay "Happy Thanksgiving," shit sound like a murder to meSmoke free, all of y'all callin' out toll freeLabel rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in meSugar free, seasoned but I'm salt freeYou lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for freeI promise World War ThreeSend a order through a hands freeKill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can't ignore the hand speedOn god, it's off the head, this improv but it's no comedySign I fail? Hell nah(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha
