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Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition
Carry on tradition
You're static and I'm a selektah
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Carry on tradition
Mic check when a n***a come through
N***as keep it silent
Cause we all about that knowledge
Besides the fact a n***a 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
Smokes heavy
Not even over
Mad I'm thinking what they probably should have did before
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
We need to fund the mental
Wise with the momentum
So rise on this momental
So born your inquidentials
Watch who you pretend to
And put a potent diamond to fuel
If you 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 trying to carry on tradition
Carry on tradition
You're static and I'm a selektah
This is live and direct
Carry on tradition
N***a that Hennesy
N***a that Hennesy
N***a that Hennesy
N***a that Hennesy
With my lyrical Billy Dee 45 colt
F**k the polices
They raided but they can't find d**e
If it ain't about money and b***hes
N***a what you rhyme for
Work every day in my trap
Make what you sign for
My n***as is willing to whip that work
It's such a ridiculous feeling
You come in your crib and s**t don't work
Electric
Gas and water
You fugazi
You mutilated like Pookie at the Carter
Jumps the Jackson
This 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 pitch off your feet
You used to flow 'bout goofy s**t
Met a G and got on some groupie s**t
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 s**t to Michigan
The black bastard f**k lean I see the b***h in them
Copper squad drop a pile on them
I'm steadily s**tting on these n***as
But I hit them with Freddie Cane
Switch up the style on 'em
I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine coming
Night but I'm up as early as five something
Chopping boulders
And blowing doldgers so f**k a couple folders
Bended corners
And serving yola off of this motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve this hard weight
Thirty rounds of death from my waist
Its baby scarface n***a
Yeah I got thirty rounds of death from my waist
Its baby scarface n***a
I got thirty rounds of death from my waist
Its baby scarface n***a
Carry on tradition
You're statik and I'm a selektah
You know what I'm saying these n***as is rapping around in circles and s**t
They ain't talking no real s**t they ain't really 'bout about it you dig