Rick Ross
Who’s Free
[Intro Jay Z sample]
We have a responsibility to push the conversation forward until we're all equal. Till we're all equal in this place. Because until everyone's free, no one's free, and that's just a fact


[Chorus]
Who’s free
Free is Nobody is telling me what to be
Free is seeing things differently
Figuring whose pulling the strings
Fame is a deceitful thing
Others keep Kings, queens and jacks in sleeves
80-20 with master p
Forgive me I know where I want to be
That remains the mystery
Asking me the key
Til you own your own you can’t be free
These times reveal the secrets of real life but both eyes can’t see
So who’s free

[Verse 1]
Try to get four rings off 4 dates
I am trying to get on Forbes
Others would rather have mules and 40 acres
Would rather own the whole plantation
Plant the seeds for the next generation
Others can’t conquer close-mindedness
So put em in the box and play the circus
So they talk about what bothers
As if they get paid for their tongue
Got a bag like drop the charges
One phone call, life prays for a u-turn
Woven from a different cloth
Where we outwork the devils shifts
In where truths are slaved
Where three-fifth men are the phrase
Ace of spades mixed with queens of hearts
Who could dare be mixed with what unreal exists
The silence brings the chess moves in
Only thing loud is the disappearance
[Chorus]
Who’s free
Free is Nobody is telling me what to be
Free is seeing things differently
Figuring whose pulling the strings
Fame is a deceitful thing
Others keep Kings, queens and jacks in sleeves
80-20 with master p
Forgive me I know where I want to be
That remains the mystery
Asking me the key
Til you own your own you can’t be free
These times reveal the secrets of real life but both eyes can’t see
So who’s free

[Verse 2]
Second in lines, can’t afford it buy it twice
2 different flips with philosophy
2 different sides of everybody with their feelings
Countries fighting over resources
While sources paying me visits
Price of being slaved, different flips
While mules bring the drums to different spots
Hear everything from the nazi’s gunshot
So whose trying to but me in a box
Pray that the blessings would miss
Watch as push baptizes a brick
To face that talks about hits
Who listens when your skin got a tint
Let him kill his brother and bury him
Everyone wants to be the king
As they watch the first home and shatter the misconceptions
Who would have known about devil’s deception
Miss my game the ultimate misdirection
[Chorus]
Who’s free
Free is Nobody is telling me what to be
Free is seeing things differently
Figuring whose pulling the strings
Fame is a deceitful thing
Others keep Kings, queens and jacks in sleeves
80-20 with master p
Forgive me I know where I want to be
That remains the mystery
Asking me the key
Til you own your own you can’t be free
These times reveal the secrets of real life but both eyes can’t see
So who’s free

[Verse 3]
Triple threats make shooters six feet deep
Trinity makes the power easy to keep
We are children of lesser god when your melanin got a tint
We craft the stage like kraft
Now there kids on deathbeds
You used to praise them when we were young
Now power shifts bite your tongue
Now I look at the world like, “Is you dumb?”
Til this day like deontay’ afraid what i might say
They are going to have to kill because I’m not they slave
Whose really free
When shots fired talking about leaving the city
Enjoy earthly looking vanity claiming in the reflection that that there is a peace
I got god as a g so ibless can touch me
A king that’s beginning
Interpreted reality differently, got away free
Never be a slave to anybody
And expect me to not feel anything
You would say you killed me
Sucker free, no hissing, I don’t hold the lord’s mercy
Happy thanksgiving changes blood to ink
Smoke free, cause the smoke is killing everything
Talk millions but only wear donkeys
Lay a hand, I have a good shot for free
I promise WW3
Others spoil chess moves while pulling shots
Pray that we all make it to the next
Have no interest in the race of a rat maze
Paid even when dogs shift
Scripts become improv
But it’s not comedy
Sign I fail hell naw