[Produced by: Statik Selektah]
[Intro]
(This is live and direct)
(Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)
(Carry on tradition)
Got Statik, and I'ma select
Mic check 1,2,1,2
(Carry on tradition)
Mic check when a n***a come through
n***as keep it silent
Cause we all about that knowledge
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Besides the fact a n***a never been as swa*k as me, I like that
Until I shine I sit patiently, so light that
I'm folding back, scroll a pack and roll a fatty, smokes heavy
Not even over, mad I'm thinking what they probably should have did before him
I'm on my girls and soaring, foreign under them heels
It ain't about the Ralph though, tell your horse chill
Don't need to grill to feel like a real n***a
If he can't see the light then shine Hilfigers still
Six-figure deals with the hell, since the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell
In six more years to wonder what the time could tell
That's 666 still no signs of a three-sixty deal
Neither did I sell myself, records spinning by they self
The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York best
This sickest sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets now
Can a n***a contest? Maybe if he put his pride aside he could confess, but none the less
It's fundamental, weed to fund the mental, wise with the momentum
So rise on this momental, so pawn your in-credentials
Watch who you pretend to, and put a potent diamond to fuel
Respect my conglomerate then wait I'm rocking to
It's such a prominent tune, but I won't get my roses until I lie on my tomb
Flowers
[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]
(n***a that Hennesy)
(n***a that Hennesy)
(n***a that Hennesy)
With my lyrical Billy Dee 45 colt
f** the polices, they raided but they can't find dope
If it ain't about money and b**hes, n***a what you rhyme for?
Work half a day in my trap, and make what you sign for
My n***as is willing to whip that work
Cause it's such a ridiculous feeling to come in your crib and your sh** don't work
Electric, gas, and water
You fugazi and mutilated like Pookie at the Carter
Joseph Jackson of gangsta rapping, n***a respect the father
Taking it back to making them pick a switch off the tree
Every time you rap or do a show, b**h I should pinch off a fee
You used to flow 'bout goofy sh**, met a G and got on some groupie sh**
A slave to my rap page, student under my tutelage
I'm still taking these boys to school
As quick as I build them up, I can just disa**emble them
Coke and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in Flint
I was shipping this sh** to Michigan
The black ba*tard f** LensCrafters I see the b**h in them
Cop a squat drop a pile on them, I'm steadily sh**ting on these n***as
But they hate the way Freddie came and switched up the style on ‘em
I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine coming
Don't sell it at night but I'm up as early as five something
Chopping boulders, and blowing dosha so f** a cup of Folgers
Bended corners, and serving yola straight off this Motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve this hard weight
Thirty rounds of d**h on my waist, its baby scarface n***a
I said thirty rounds of d**h on my waist, its baby scarface n***a
I got thirty rounds of d**h on my waist, its baby scarface n***a
(Carry on tradition)
(Got statik and I'ma selekt)
You know what I'm saying these n***as is rapping around in circles and sh**
They ain't talking no real sh** they ain't really ‘bout about it you dig?