[Intro]
(This is live and direct)
(Others such as myself are trying to carry on tradition)

(Carry on tradition)
You're static and I'm a selektah
Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2

(Carry on tradition)
Mic check when a ^!$$% come through
^!$$%s keep it silent

Cause we all about that knowledge

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

Besides the fact 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 ^!$$%
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 ^!$$% 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


[Hook]
(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)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

(^!$$% that Hennesy)
(^!$$% that Hennesy)
(^!$$% that Hennesy)

(^!$$% that Hennesy)
With my lyrical Billy Dee 45 colt
$#&@ the polices, they raided but they can't find dope

If it ain't about money and (*##$es, ^!$$% what you rhyme for?
Work every day in my trap, and make what you sign for
My ^!$$%s is willing to whip that work, it's such a ridiculous feeling

You come in your crib and %#@! don't work
Electric, gas and water, you fugazi
You mutilated like Pookie at the Carter

Joseph Jackson, the gangsta rapping, ^!$$% respect the father
Taking it back to making them pick a switch off the tree
Every time you rap or do a show (*##$ I should pitch off your feet

You used to flow 'bout goofy %#@!
Met a G and got on some groupie %#@!
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
!@&@e and cut the curriculum cousin stayed up in Flint

I was shipping this %#@! to Michigan
The black !@$( $#&@ lean [?] I see the (*##$ in them
Cop a squat drop a pile on them, I'm steadily %#@!ting on these ^!$$%s

But they hate the way Freddie came and switched up the style on â??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 doldgers so $#&@ a cup of Foldgers
Bended corners, and serving yola off of this motorola
Sometimes you sacrifice your heart to serve this hard weight

Thirty rounds of death on my waist, it's baby scarface ^!$$%
I said thirty rounds of death on my waist, it's baby scarface ^!$$%
I got thirty rounds of death on my waist, it's baby scarface ^!$$%

(Carry on tradition)
(You're statik and I'm a selektah)
You know what I'm saying these ^!$$%s is rapping around in circles and %#@!
They ain't talking no real %#@! they ain't really â??bout about it you dig?