Meek Mill - What's Free (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Meek Mill - What's Free (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
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 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
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'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
Real life, what's free? (Yeah)
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
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
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
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
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