(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 keep it silent Cause we all about that 1: Joey Bada$$] Besides the a nigga never been as swank as me, I like that Until I shine I sit patiently, so that, I'm folding back, scroll a pack And a fatty, smokes heavy, not even over Mad I'm thinking what probably should have did before I'm on my girls and soaring, under them heels It about the Ralph though, tell your horse chill Don't need to grill to feel like a nigga If he can't see the light then shine still Six-figure deals with the hell, the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell In six more years to wonder what the time tell That's 666 still no signs of a three-sixty Neither did I 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 This sickest sound, stick around, and we for the vets now Can a nigga contest? if he put his pride aside he could confess, but none the less It's fundamental, we to fund the mental, wise with the momentum So on this momental, so born your inquidentials Watch who you to, and put a potent diamond to fuel If you respect my conglomerate then wait I'm to It's such a tune, but I won't get my roses until I lie on my tomb (Others such as myself are trying to on tradition) (Carry on tradition) static and I'm a selektah (This is and direct) (Carry on tradition) 2: Freddie Gibbs] (Nigga Hennesy) (Nigga Hennesy) (Nigga Hennesy) (Nigga Hennesy) With my lyrical Billy Dee 45 Fuck the polices, they raided but they can't dope If it about money and bitches, nigga what you rhyme for? Work day in my trap, make what you sign for My niggas is willing to whip that work, it's such a ridiculous You come in your and shit don't work Electric, gas and water, you You mutilated Pookie at the Carter Jumps the Jackson, this gangsta rapping, nigga respect the Taking it back to making pick a switch off the tree Every time you rap or do a show bitch I should pitch off feet You to flow 'bout goofy shit Met a G and got on groupie shit A slave to my rap page, under my tutelage I'm still taking these 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 shit to Michigan The black fuck lean [?] I see the bitch in them squad drop a pile on them, I'm steadily shitting on these niggas But i hit them with Freddie Cane, up the style on 'em I stretched it out to 250 he got a nine [?] night but I'm up as early as something Chopping boulders, and blowing doldgers so fuck a couple Bended corners, and yola off of this motorola Sometimes you sacrifice heart to serve this hard weight Thirty rounds of death from my waist, its baby scarface Yeah I got thirty rounds of death from my waist, its 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 really 'bout it you dig?