Meek Mill feat. Jay-Z , Rick Ross - What's Free

[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 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? [Verse 1: 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 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 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 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 [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 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) [Verse 2: Meek Mill] 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] 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? [Verse 3: 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 Hunnid percent of TIDAL to bust it up with my Gs, uh Since 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