Statik Selektah, Freddie Gibbs, Joey Bada$$ - Carry On lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Statik Selektah, Freddie Gibbs, Joey Bada$$ - Carry On lyrics]
Statik Selektah " live and direct"
"Others such as myself are tryna
" " carry on tradition" carry on tradition
"Got Statik, and I’mma select" "You get it!"
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2
Mic check when a nigga come through
" carry on tradition" niggas keep it silent
'Cause we all about that knowledge
Besides the fact a nigga never
Been as swank 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, smoke-savvy
Not divinorum
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 nigga
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 nigga 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
"Others such as myself are tryna
" " carry on tradition" carry on tradition
Fo' sho' yeah "Got Statik, and I’mma select"
I said, that E-S to the G-N, bitch
" live and direct" yeah, fo' sho' " carry
On tradition" Gangster Gibbs, baby
Nigga, that Hennessy
Nigga, that Hennessy nigga, that Hennessy
With my lyrical Billy Dee 45 Colt
Fuck the polices
They raided but they can’t find dope
If it ain’t about money and bitches nigga
What you rhyme for?
Work half a day in my trap
And make what you sign for
My niggas is willing to whip that work
Cause it’s such a ridiculous
Feeling to come in
Your crib and your shit don’t work
Electric, gas, and water
You fugazi and mutilated like
Pookie at the Carter
Joseph Jackson of gangsta rapping
Nigga respect the father
Taking it back to making them pick
A switch off the tree
Every time you rap or do a show
Bitch I should pinch off a fee
You used to flow 'bout goofy shit
Met a G and got on some groupie shit
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 disassemble them
Coke and cut the curriculum cousin
Stayed up in Flint
I was shipping this shit to Michigan
The black bastard fuck LensCrafters I
See the bitch in them
Cop a squat drop a pile on them
I’m steadily shitting on these niggas
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 fuck 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 death on my
Waist, it's Baby Scarface, nigga
(" carry on tradition") yeah
I said, thirty rounds of death on
My waist, it's Baby Scarface, nigga
I got thirty rounds of death on
My waist, it's Baby Scarface, nigga
Yeah (" carry on tradition")
Carry on tradition
"Got Statik, and I’mma select" "You get it!"
You know what I’m sayin'
Nigga? These niggas'll rap around
Circles and shit
But, you know what I'm sayin', if
They ain’t talking no real shit
It really doesn't really fuckin' matter, you
Dig what I'm sayin', nigga?Haha, ya dig?
"Others such as myself are tryna
" " carry on tradition" carry on tradition
"Got Statik, and I’mma select" "You get it!"
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2
Mic check when a nigga come through
" carry on tradition" niggas keep it silent
'Cause we all about that knowledge
Besides the fact a nigga never
Been as swank 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, smoke-savvy
Not divinorum
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 nigga
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 nigga 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
"Others such as myself are tryna
" " carry on tradition" carry on tradition
Fo' sho' yeah "Got Statik, and I’mma select"
I said, that E-S to the G-N, bitch
" live and direct" yeah, fo' sho' " carry
On tradition" Gangster Gibbs, baby
Nigga, that Hennessy
Nigga, that Hennessy nigga, that Hennessy
With my lyrical Billy Dee 45 Colt
Fuck the polices
They raided but they can’t find dope
If it ain’t about money and bitches nigga
What you rhyme for?
Work half a day in my trap
And make what you sign for
My niggas is willing to whip that work
Cause it’s such a ridiculous
Feeling to come in
Your crib and your shit don’t work
Electric, gas, and water
You fugazi and mutilated like
Pookie at the Carter
Joseph Jackson of gangsta rapping
Nigga respect the father
Taking it back to making them pick
A switch off the tree
Every time you rap or do a show
Bitch I should pinch off a fee
You used to flow 'bout goofy shit
Met a G and got on some groupie shit
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 disassemble them
Coke and cut the curriculum cousin
Stayed up in Flint
I was shipping this shit to Michigan
The black bastard fuck LensCrafters I
See the bitch in them
Cop a squat drop a pile on them
I’m steadily shitting on these niggas
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 fuck 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 death on my
Waist, it's Baby Scarface, nigga
(" carry on tradition") yeah
I said, thirty rounds of death on
My waist, it's Baby Scarface, nigga
I got thirty rounds of death on
My waist, it's Baby Scarface, nigga
Yeah (" carry on tradition")
Carry on tradition
"Got Statik, and I’mma select" "You get it!"
You know what I’m sayin'
Nigga? These niggas'll rap around
Circles and shit
But, you know what I'm sayin', if
They ain’t talking no real shit
It really doesn't really fuckin' matter, you
Dig what I'm sayin', nigga?Haha, ya dig?