(This is and direct) (Others as myself are trying to carry on tradition) (Carry on tradition) static and I'm a selektah Mic 1,2,1,2 (Carry on tradition) Mic when a nigga come through Niggas keep it Cause we all that knowledge [Verse 1: Bada$$] Besides the fact a nigga never been as swank as me, I that I shine I sit patiently, so light that, I'm folding back, scroll a pack And roll a fatty, heavy, not even over Mad I'm thinking they probably should have did before I'm on my and soaring, foreign under them heels It ain't about the though, tell your horse chill Don't need to grill to feel like a nigga If he see the light then shine Hilfigers still Six-figure deals with the hell, since the age of six I knew the name ring a bell In six more to wonder what the time could tell That's 666 still no signs of a deal Neither did I myself, Records spinning by they self The DJ tell myself go reflects off the reflex, before I told Flex that Semtex on the next New York best This sound, stick around, and we coming for the vets now Can a nigga contest? Maybe if he put his aside he could confess, but none the less It's fundamental, we to fund the mental, wise with the momentum So rise on this momental, so born inquidentials Watch who you to, and put a potent diamond to fuel If you respect my then wait I'm rocking to It's such a prominent tune, but I won't get my roses until I lie on my (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) 2: Freddie Gibbs] (Nigga Hennesy) (Nigga Hennesy) (Nigga Hennesy) (Nigga Hennesy) With my Billy Dee 45 colt the polices, they raided but they can't find dope If it about money and bitches, nigga what you rhyme for? Work every day in my trap, make you sign for My niggas is willing to that work, it's such a ridiculous feeling You in your crib and shit don't work Electric, gas and water, you You mutilated like at the Carter Jumps the Jackson, this rapping, nigga respect the father it back to making them pick a switch off the tree Every time you rap or do a show bitch I should off your feet You used to flow 'bout shit Met a G and got on some shit A slave to my rap page, student under my I'm still taking these to school As quick as I build them up, I can disassemble them Coke and cut the curriculum cousin up in Flint I was shipping shit to Michigan The black bastard fuck [?] I see the bitch in them Copper squad drop a pile on them, I'm steadily on these niggas But i hit them Freddie Cane, switch up the style on 'em I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine [?] night but I'm up as early as something boulders, and blowing doldgers so fuck a couple folders Bended corners, and serving off of this motorola you sacrifice your heart to serve this hard weight Thirty rounds of death my waist, its baby scarface nigga Yeah I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby nigga I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby nigga (Carry on tradition) (You're and I'm a selektah) You know what I'm saying these niggas is rapping in circles and shit They ain't talking no real they ain't really 'bout about it you dig?