[Intro]

Free

Mic check, mic check, one-two, one-two

(Free) Yeah

In my life, I

[Verse 1]

I'm just a young man from Stone Mountain, Georgia

Failed every class, I flunked out before the

Eleventh grade, they told me I had a disorder

But every song he brew sound like a poem out the Torah

So I, learned to break a zone down to quarters

Had a crush on Crystal like Urkel had on Laura

I told her God is my attorney

I never go to court without my lawyer, huh

So hit me up when you (free)

I guess my decorum didn't match my aura

Shit, I'm just a bachelor that's tired of running back and forth

With different women, I had my fair share

If I retire, I'm still a Hall of Famer like Gale Sayers

Black bottle nigga, Prince of Bel-Air, huh

I need more than a bitch who sell hair

I'm talking healthcare, strip clubs is the new welfare

Bruh this pussy ain't (free)

So it's cheaper to keep her than run the street with ya people

Four deep in the Regal, smoking weed with a eagle

All we see is illegal, get a key from amigos

Make sure you keep it cerebral or

Lay underneath the cathedral

Smoke a leaf with Khalifa before I meet with the Reaper

I'ma kidnap a bird right after she let me freak her

She fell asleep in the fetal

The next morning I let her (free... in my life, I)

[Verse 2]

Yeah, feel like I'm being enslaved

Married to a bitch, it's hard being engaged

You spent your all on your gift but you work minimum wage

And she turn right back around and spit in your face

Huh, she tell you you ain't good enough

She tell you you ain't hood enough

She talking 'bout who she should have fucked, with

And now you tired of putting up (free)

With her shit so you decided to leave

Go fuck with them other niggas, them niggas not in my league

Less than a year later, I'm as hot as Belize

I'm no detective, but now she coppin' a plea

She wanna know if I'm good and how was my week

You don't need to ask unless you chopping a tree

It don't mean you smart 'cause you got a college degree

Really what I'm tryna say, I'm tired of putting music out for (free)

Love don't cost a thing

Try saying that to the girl you bought a ring

Curse a bitch out over the phone like Charlie Sheen

With collard greens in the kitchen with Paula Deen

'Cause these rollies that we got aren't cheap

The oyster with the leather band cost three

And pretty girls want a nigga who got cheese

Shawty, I thought the best things in life were (free)

[Chorus]

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be free

I just wanna be free

I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be free

I just wanna be free

I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be free

I just wanna be free

I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be

I just wanna be, I just wanna be...

[Outro]

Free as the meal that a lady gets on the first date

Free as a bird that just left the nest for the first day

Free as the inmate who got out on parole from prison

Free as the air we breathe that could be the last breath given

Free as the extra .5 that my nigga gave me

For shopping with him for the last three years

Free as the Olive Garden breadsticks you take home and put in your fridge

Free as the neighborhood thot that gave every nigga the pussy

Free as the Chinese restaurant fortune cookies

Free as the peppermint, butterscotch and dum-dums you get at the bank

Free as the bootlegger that downloaded my album illegally, thanks

"We are orphans and fatherless, our mothers are as widows." Lamentations 5:3