作词 : Hal David/Christopher Wallace/Meek Mill/Rick Ross/Sean "Puffy" Combs/STREETRUNNER/Shawn Carter/Nashiem Myrick/Carlos Broady/Tarik Azzouz/Clemmie Rishad/Douglas "Voli" Martung 作曲 : Carlos Broady/Christopher Wallace/Clemmie Rishad/Douglas "Voli" Martung/Hal David/Meek Mill/Nashiem Myrick/Rick Ross/Sean "Puffy" Combs/Shawn Carter/STREETRUNNER/Tarik Azzouz 制作人 : STREETRUNNER/Tarik Azzouz 音频工程师 : James "Jayme Be" Belt/William "Bilz" Dougan 混音师 : Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton 录音工程师 : Anthony Cruz 母带工程师 : Colin Leonard 人声 : Meek Mill You know what free is *****? 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 ****** "I need you" Through all the fame you know I stay 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 cunning Just got a pad out in London I keep stackin' my money, I 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 Talk it like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip Holdin' on your *****, coulda never sold you a brick With them people you never been on a list Mona Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a ***** Hanging pictures like ****** swinging from his **** 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 s**t 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 gamblin' huf 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 ****** 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 f****ts on your back What's free? (Maybach music) Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see Told my ****** "I need you" Through all the fame you know I stay 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 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 ain't no way they got my back Seein' how I prevailed 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 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 they designed it I think they want me silenced (Shush) Oh say can you 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 ****** 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 ****** 'I need you' Through all the fame you know I stay 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'usse 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 ****** won't ever work together You run a cheque 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 S**t you discarded that we ingested, We made the project a wave You came back, reinvested and gentrified it Took *****'s sense of pride Now how that's free? And the people stole their soul and hit ****** 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 ****** ain't near free Enjoy your chains, Whats 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 Thanksgiving" S**t sound like murder to me Smoke free All of y'all calling out toll free Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free I promise World War three Send an 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)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Hal David/Christopher Wallace/Meek Mill/Rick Ross/Sean "Puffy" Combs/STREETRUNNER/Shawn Carter/Nashiem Myrick/Carlos Broady/Tarik Azzouz/Clemmie Rishad/Douglas "Voli" Martung [00:00.753] 作曲 : Carlos Broady/Christopher Wallace/Clemmie Rishad/Douglas "Voli" Martung/Hal David/Meek Mill/Nashiem Myrick/Rick Ross/Sean "Puffy" Combs/Shawn Carter/STREETRUNNER/Tarik Azzouz [00:01.506] 制作人 : STREETRUNNER/Tarik Azzouz [00:02.259] 音频工程师 : James "Jayme Be" Belt/William "Bilz" Dougan [00:03.012] 混音师 : Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton [00:03.765] 录音工程师 : Anthony Cruz [00:04.518] 母带工程师 : Colin Leonard [00:05.271] 人声 : Meek Mill [00:06.29]You know what free is *****? [00:10.79]What's free? [00:12.18]Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be [00:15.03]Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see [00:17.95]Told my ****** "I need you" [00:19.81]Through all the fame you know I stay true [00:22.04]Pray my ****** stay free [00:23.54]Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be [00:26.47]Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V [00:29.36]Told my ******, "I need you" [00:31.34]Stay up I know these times ain't true [00:33.59]Real life, what's free [00:35.03]Since a lad, I was cunning [00:35.60]Just got a pad out in London [00:37.31]I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer [00:40.10]AK shots, ****** duckin' stray shots [00:43.13]Been a Top Dawg, that's before the K.Dots [00:46.07]Crackin' in '06, immaculate showmanship [00:48.81]Talk it like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip [00:51.71]Holdin' on your *****, coulda never sold you a brick [00:54.56]With them people you never been on a list [00:57.43]Mona Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a ***** [01:00.40]Hanging pictures like ****** swinging from his **** [01:03.41]We so different you thought these didn't exist [01:06.22]The Megalodon never seen on his wrist [01:09.29]I'm from the South where they never make it this rich [01:12.22]God is the greatest, but Satan been on his s**t [01:14.99]Walkin' the pavement, I pray I'm illuminated [01:17.79]Over a decade and never nobody's favorite [01:20.85]Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we gamblin' huf [01:23.85]My amigo, a million grams and we countin' 'em up [01:26.72]You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack [01:29.63]You paid for it, but I ****** around and stole the track [01:32.67]Screaming "gang gang" now you wanna rap [01:35.50]Racketeering charges caught him on a tap [01:38.40]Lookin' for a bond lawyers wanna tax [01:41.38]Purple hair got them f****ts on your back [01:44.21]What's free? (Maybach music) [01:44.79]Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be [01:47.40]Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see [01:50.22]Told my ****** "I need you" [01:52.50]Through all the fame you know I stay true [01:54.63]Pray my ****** stay free [01:55.96]Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be [01:59.00]Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V [02:01.95]Told my ****** "I need you" [02:03.93]Stay up I know these times ain't true [02:06.20]Real life, what's free? [02:07.78]Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap [02:10.61]20 mil' in cash, they know I got that off a rap [02:13.50]Maybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts [02:16.45]Or the billionaire from Marcy ain't no way they got my back [02:19.34]Seein' how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh [02:22.41]Lock me in the cell for all them nights and I won't snap, uh [02:25.33]Two-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack [02:27.89]When you bring my name up to the judge just tell em' facts [02:30.95]Tell em how we fundin' all these kids to go to college [02:33.83]Tell him how we ceasin' all these wars, stoppin' violence [02:36.83]Tryna fix the system and the way they designed it [02:39.47]I think they want me silenced (Shush) [02:41.46]Oh say can you see [02:42.96]I don't feel like I'm free [02:44.32]Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet [02:47.24]Judge bangin' that gavel turned me to slave from a king [02:50.07]Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string [02:53.00]Just for poppin' a wheelie, my people march in the city [02:55.94]From a cell to a chopper view from the top of the city [02:58.74]You can tell how we rockin' soon as I pop up we litty [03:01.59]Poppin' like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and Diddy [03:04.50]And ****** counted me out like my accountant ain't busy [03:07.57]That's five milli' in twenties, [03:08.88]Sit up and count 'til I'm dizzy [03:10.43]Phantom, five hundred thousand, hundred round in a stizzy [03:13.25]Is we beefin' or rappin', [03:14.69]I might just pop up with Drizzy like [03:16.51]What's free? [03:17.40]Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be [03:19.90]Free is when the TV ain't controlling what we see [03:22.89]Told my ****** 'I need you' [03:24.94]Through all the fame you know I stay true [03:27.07]Pray my ****** stay free [03:28.89]Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be [03:31.54]Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V [03:34.42]Told my ****** 'I need you' [03:36.27]Stay up I know these times ain't true [03:38.66]Real life, what's free? [03:40.28]In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved [03:42.51]Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the phrase [03:45.46]I'm 50% of D'usse and it's debt free (Yeah) [03:48.32]100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh) [03:51.50]Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece [03:54.07]Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my G's [03:56.70]Since most of my ****** won't ever work together [03:59.65]You run a cheque up but they never give you leverage [04:02.80]No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye [04:05.48]They separate you [04:06.38]When you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh [04:08.54]I ain't one of these house ****** you bought [04:11.17]My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours [04:14.01]My spou- (C'mon man) [04:15.26]My route better of course [04:17.04]We started without food in our mouth [04:19.12]They gave us pork and pig intestines [04:21.18]S**t you discarded that we ingested, [04:22.94]We made the project a wave [04:24.17]You came back, reinvested and gentrified it [04:26.50]Took *****'s sense of pride [04:27.74]Now how that's free? [04:28.75]And the people stole their soul and hit ****** with 360's [04:31.51]I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars [04:34.54]Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this [04:37.58]We was praisin' Billboard but we were young [04:40.39]Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?' [04:43.33]To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I might say [04:46.23]They gon' have to kill me Grandmama, [04:48.01]I'm not they slave (Ha-ha-ha) [04:49.88]Check out the bizarre rappin' style used by me the HOV [04:54.42]Look at my hair free, care free [04:56.32]****** ain't near free [04:57.82]Enjoy your chains, [04:58.61]Whats your employer name with the hair piece? [05:00.89]I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me [05:03.21]My accountant's so good I'm practically livin' tax free [05:06.25]Factory, that's me [05:07.62]Sold drugs, got away scot-free [05:09.77]That's a CC, E-copy [05:11.81]Guilt free, still me [05:13.43]And they expect me to not feel a way to this day [05:16.33]You would say y’all kill me [05:17.92]Sucker free, no shuckin me [05:19.79]I don't jive turkey [05:21.00]Say “Happy Thanksgiving" [05:22.33]S**t sound like murder to me [05:23.89]Smoke free [05:24.70]All of y'all calling out toll free [05:26.79]Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me [05:29.57]Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free [05:31.94]Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free [05:33.86]I promise World War three [05:35.47]Send an order through a hands free, [05:37.78]Kill you in 24 hours or shorter [05:39.48]You can't ignore the hand speed [05:40.94]On god, it's off the head this improv [05:43.82]But it's no comedy [05:44.89]Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha) [05:48.41]
