Carry On Statik Selektah (Ft. Freddie Gibbs & Joey Bada$$)

[Intro: Samples + Joey Bada$$]
Statik Selektah
"—live and direct"
"Others such as myself are tryna—" "—carry on tradition"
Carry on tradition
"Got Statik, and I’mma select"
"You get it!"
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2
Mic check when a nigga come through
"—carry on tradition"
Niggas keep it silent
'Cause we all about that knowledge

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Besides the fact a nigga 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, smoke-savvy
Not divinorum, mad I’m thinking what they probably should have did before him
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 nigga
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 nigga contest? Maybe if he put his pride aside he could confess, but none the less
It’s fundamental, weed to fund the mental, wise with the momentum
So rise on this momental, so pawn your in-credentials
Watch who you pretend to, and put a potent diamond to fuel
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