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What’s Free Lyrics By Meek Mill Featuring Rick Ross Jay Z

    meek mill
    you know what free is nigga

    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 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 put a on my v
    told my niggas 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 niggas duckin’ stray shots
    been a top dog that’s before the kdots
    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 mm
    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 mm
    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
    mmmaybach music

    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 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 put a on my v
    told my niggas i need you
    stay up i know these times ain’t true
    real life what’s free yeah

    meek mill
    fed investigations heard they plottin’ like i trap
    0 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
    twofifty 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

    meek mill jayz
    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 put a 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

    jayz
    in the land of the free where the blacks enslaved
    threefifths of a man i believe’s the phrase
    i’m 50 of d’ussé and it’s debt free yeah
    00 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 60s 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
    hahahahaha check out the bizarre ah
    rappin’ style used by me the hov
    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 scotfree
    that’s a cc ecopy
    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 4 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
    hahahahaha hahahahahahahahaha

    Artist: Meek Mill Featuring Rick Ross Jay Z

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 662