text: You know what free is, nigga?
  Whats free?
  Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
  Free is when the TV aint 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 aint where I wanna be
  Before Im judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
  Told my niggas, I need you
  Stay up, I know these times aint true
  Real life, whats free?
  Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in London
  I keep stackin my money, Ill need a ladder by summer
  AK shots, niggas duckin stray shots
  Been a top dog, thats 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 aint nothin but a bitch
  Hangin pictures like niggas swingin from his dick
  We so different, you thought these didnt exist 
  The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
  Im 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 Im illuminated
  Over a decade and never nobodys 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
  Whats free?
  Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
  Free is when the TV aint 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 aint where I wanna be
  Before Im judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
  Told my niggas, I need you
  Stay up, I know these times aint true
  Real life, whats free? 
  Fed investigations, heard they plottin like I trap
  20 mill in cash, they know I got that off of rap
  Maybe its 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 wont snap, uh
  Two-fifty a show and they still think Im 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 
  Oh, say you can see, I dont feel like Im 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 aint busy
  Thats five milli in twenties, sit up and count til Im dizzy
  Phantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
  Is we beefin or rappin? I might just pop up with Drizzy like
  Whats free?
  Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
  Free is when the TV aint 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 aint where I wanna be
  Before Im judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
  Told my niggas, I need you
  Stay up, I know these times aint true 
  Real life, whats free?
  In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
  Three-fifths of a man, I believes the phrase
  Im 50% of DUSSÉ and its debt free 
  100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B 
  Roc Nation, half of that, thats my piece
  Hunnid percent of TIDAL to bust it up with my Gs, uh
  Cause most of my niggas wont ever work together
  You run a check up but they never give you leverage
  No red hat, dont Michael and Prince me and Ye
  They separate you when you got Michael and Princes DNA, uh
  I aint one of these house niggas you bought
  My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
  My spou- 
  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 thats free?
  And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh
  I aint 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, Im 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, carefree, niggas aint near free
  Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name with the hairpiece?
  I survived the hood, cant no Shaytan rob me
  My accountants so good, Im practically livin tax free
  Factory, thats me
  Sold drugs, got away scot-free
  Thats a CC, E-copy
  Guilt free, still me
  And expect me to not feel a way to this day
  You would say yall killed me
  Sucker free, no shuckin me, I dont jive turkey
  Say Happy Thanksgiving, shit sound like a murder to me
  Smoke free, all of yall callin out toll free
  Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
  Sugar free, seasoned but Im 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 cant ignore the hand speed
  On god, its off the head, this improv but its no comedy
  Sign I fail? Hell nah
   Hahahahahahahahaha