(This is and direct) (Others as myself are trying to carry on tradition) (Carry on tradition) You're static and I'm a Mic 1,2,1,2 (Carry on tradition) Mic when a nigga come through Niggas keep it Cause we all about that [Verse 1: Joey Besides the fact a nigga never been as as me, I like that I shine I sit patiently, so light that, I'm folding back, scroll a pack And roll a fatty, smokes heavy, not even Mad I'm thinking what they probably have did before I'm on my and soaring, foreign under them heels It ain't about the Ralph though, your horse chill Don't need to grill to feel like a nigga If he can't see the then shine Hilfigers still Six-figure with the hell, since the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell In six years to wonder what the time could tell That's 666 still no signs of a three-sixty did I sell myself, Records spinning by they self The DJ tell go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex drop that Semtex on the next New York best sickest sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets now Can a nigga Maybe if he put his pride aside he could confess, but none the less It's fundamental, we need to the mental, wise with the momentum So rise on this momental, so your inquidentials Watch who you pretend to, and put a diamond to fuel If you respect my conglomerate then wait I'm to It's such a prominent tune, but I get my roses until I lie on my tomb (Others such as myself are to carry on tradition) (Carry on tradition) You're static and I'm a (This is and direct) (Carry on tradition) [Verse 2: Freddie (Nigga Hennesy) (Nigga Hennesy) (Nigga Hennesy) (Nigga Hennesy) With my lyrical Dee 45 colt Fuck the polices, they raided but they can't find If it ain't about money and bitches, what you rhyme for? Work day in my trap, make what you sign for My niggas is willing to that work, it's such a ridiculous feeling You come in crib and shit don't work Electric, gas and water, you You mutilated like Pookie at the Jumps the Jackson, this rapping, nigga respect the father Taking it back to making them pick a off the tree Every time you rap or do a bitch I should pitch off your feet You used to flow 'bout goofy Met a G and got on groupie shit A slave to my rap page, under my tutelage I'm taking these boys to school As quick as I build them up, I can disassemble them Coke and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in I was shipping this to Michigan The black bastard fuck lean [?] I see the in them squad drop a pile on them, I'm steadily shitting on these niggas But i hit with Freddie Cane, switch up the style on 'em I it out to 250 he got a nine coming [?] night but I'm up as early as something Chopping boulders, and blowing doldgers so a couple folders corners, and serving yola off of this motorola Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve this weight Thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface Yeah I got thirty rounds of death my waist, its baby scarface nigga I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface (Carry on tradition) (You're and I'm a selektah) You know what I'm saying these niggas is around in circles and shit They ain't talking no real shit they ain't 'bout about it you dig?