Statik Selektah - Carry On Lyrics
[Intro](This is live and direct)(Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)(Carry on tradition)You're static and I'm a selektahMic check 1, 2, 1, 2(Carry on tradition)Mic check when a nigga come throughNiggas keep it silentCause we all about that knowledge[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]Besides the fact a nigga never been as swank as me, I like thatUntil I shine I sit patiently, so light that, I'm folding back, scroll a packAnd roll a fatty, smokes heavy, not even overMad I'm thinking what they probably should have did beforeI'm on my girls and soaring, foreign under them heelsIt ain't about the Ralph though, tell your horse chillDon't need to grill to feel like a real niggaIf he can't see the light then shine Hilfigers stillSix-figure deals with the hell, since the age of six I knew the name would ring a bellIn six more years to wonder what the time could tellThat's 666 still no signs of a three-sixty dealNeither did I sell myself, Records spinning by they selfThe DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York bestThis sickest sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets nowCan a nigga contest? Maybe if he put his pride aside he could confess, but none the lessIt's fundamental, we need to fund the mental, wise with the momentumSo rise on this momental, so born your inquidentialsWatch who you pretend to, and put a potent diamond to fuelIf you respect my conglomerate then wait I'm rocking toIt's such a prominent tune, but I won't get my roses until I lie on my tombFlowers[Hook](Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)(Carry on tradition)You're static and I'm a selektah(This is live and direct)(Carry on tradition)[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs](Nigga that Hennesy)(Nigga that Hennesy)(Nigga that Hennesy)(Nigga that Hennesy)With my lyrical Billy Dee 45 colt***** the polices, they raided but they can't find dopeIf it ain't about money and *****es, nigga what you rhyme for?Work every day in my trap, and make what you sign forMy niggas is willing to whip that work, it's such a ridiculous feelingYou come in your crib and shit don't workElectric, gas and water, you fugaziYou mutilated like Pookie at the CarterJoseph Jackson, the gangsta rapping, nigga respect the fatherTaking it back to making them pick a switch off the treeEvery time you rap or do a show ***** I should pitch off your feetYou used to flow 'bout goofy shitMet a G and got on some groupie shitA slave to my rap page, student under my tutelageI'm still taking these boys to schoolAs quick as I build them up, I can just disassemble themCoke and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in FlintI was shipping this shit to MichiganThe black bastard ***** lean [?] I see the ***** in themCop a squat drop a pile on them, I'm steadily shitting on these niggasBut they hate the way Freddie came and switched up the style on ‘emI stretched it out to 250 he got a nine comingDon't sell it at night but I'm up as early as five somethingChopping boulders, and blowing doldgers so ***** a cup of FoldgersBended corners, and serving yola off of this motorolaSometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve this hard weightThirty rounds of death on my waist, it's baby scarface niggaI said thirty rounds of death on my waist, it's baby scarface niggaI got thirty rounds of death on my waist, it's baby scarface nigga(Carry on tradition)(You're statik and I'm a selektah)You know what I'm saying these niggas is rapping around in circles and shitThey ain't talking no real shit they ain't really ‘bout about it you dig?
