What's Free (feat. Rick Ross & JAY-Z)

You know what free is ****?

What's free?

Free is when nobody else can tell us what to be

Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see

Told my ****, "I need you"

Through all the fame, you know I stayed true

Pray my **** 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 ****, "I need you"

Stay up, I know these times ain't true

Real life, what's free?

Since a lad, I was cunnin', just got a pad out in London

I keep stackin' my money, I'll need a ladder by summer

AK shots, **** 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, could've 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 **** swin'in' 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

Screamin', "Gang, gang", now you wanna rap

Racketeerin' 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 can tell us what to be

Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see

Told my ****, "I need you"

Through all the fame, you know I stayed true

Pray my **** 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 ****, "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

Twenty mill' 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

Seen how I prevailed and now they try to knock me back, uh

Lock 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 'em 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 **** counted me out like my accountant ain't busy

That's five milli' in twenties, sit up and count till 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 can tell us what to be

Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see

Told my ****, "I need you"

Through all the fame, you know I stayed true

Pray my **** 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 ****, "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, uh

Since most of my **** 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 **** 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 the wave, you came back reinvested and gentrified it

Took ****'s sense of pride, now how that's free?

When them people stole thee soul and hit **** with 360's (Uh)

I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars

Inflatin' 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, ha, ha

Check out the bizarre rappin' style used by me, the H-O-V

Look at my hair free, care free, **** 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 kill me

Sucker free, no shuckin' me, I don't jive turkey

Say, "Happy Thanksgivin'", 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 shooters shoot for free, I promise World War three

Send an order through a hands free

Kill you in twenty-four 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, ha, ha)