Freddie Gibbs - Carry On lyrics

[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?