What's Free

Album: Championships (2018)
Charted: 55 20
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  • 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 V
    Told my niggas, "I need you"
    Stay up I know these times ain't true
    Real life, what's free

    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
    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
    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 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 rap
    Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
    Lookin' for a bond, lawyers wanna tax
    Purple hair got them faggots on your back

    What's 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 V
    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, and the way they got my back, uh
    Seein' how I prevailed and 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, uh
    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 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 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 and count 'til 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

    What's 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 V
    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'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 G's
    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- (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, what's 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 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 calling 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) Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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