| And I’m still on the line
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| Really
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| La-la-la-la
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| This is really fucking bull
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| Uh, ain’t a bridge I can’t cross
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| Their whole style Monsanto, can sauce
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| Gotta double check the bag at all times 'case grams off (Uh)
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| And now I’m tryna get the compliancy, hands off
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| Gansevoort, salmon sweatsuits like Sam Ross (Right)
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| I got every hype sneaker, but that’s a poor man floss
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| True story, underground king, and he’s bossy
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| Ahead of my days like I’m an Aussie, get off me (Get off me)
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| I don’t follow trends that come with ploys (Uh)
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| Smart enough to know that everybody has a choice
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| Don’t get caught up in no scandals 'cause them folks’ll mute your voice
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| I just do me 'cause comparison’s the thief of joy (Mmm)
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| Stopped countin' this by hand, I got machines (Got machines)
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| Fuck goin' to the game, I need a team
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| All the older homies worship Scarface, not Al Pacin'
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| Gotta change the narrative (Uh) and really dream
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| Dapper Dan how I stitch you up, Pe Wee in the kitchen, bruh
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| I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up?
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| Uh, Huh
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| Dapper Dan how I stitch you up, Pe Wee in the kitchen, bruh
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| I said I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up?
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| Huh, it’s my line, so, right?
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| I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up?
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| Now, Bob Carlino, he was handlin' the case (Yes, he was)
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| For all the nights I was handlin' the base (Base)
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| Matter of fact, ask Flex, he came to my block
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| Ask him if I had Lenox like Planet of the Apes (Huh)
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| Cannon on the waist, y’all won’t front on mister Giles
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| I’m like Kevin Childs mixed with Kevin Lyles (Lyles)
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| And my shoes, and my pants, and my shirt and my scarf, man (Man)
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| This ring a hundred 'leven thou', woah
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| Yeah, I’m very particular, nothin' extracurricular
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| Homicide vehicular, your girl, I put dick in her (In her)
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| You be lickin' her, tell her that you love her, man, I’m sick of her
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| Uh, Killa Cam
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| Well, let me pick it up there (Right)
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| While y’all was playin' pick up games, we was pickin' up squares, so
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| Where should I start (Uh) with the bricks and the drip? |
| (Where?)
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| 'Cause every brick that I flip I used to drip to my kicks (Facts)
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| And they told me to go out of town 'cause I could triple my flip (Damn right)
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| You know, a few quick trips and I can get to the whip (Master plan)
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| Gotta watch the stick-up kids, they got a issue with this (Fuck 'em)
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| So if you a nigga gettin' money, you keep the grip on your hip (Loaded)
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| No shit, 'member 'round seven, I would wish I was rich (Facts)
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| Then I would drive by Seven’s, I used to wish I was rich (R.I.P.)
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| But let’s just say that I completed every wish on my list (Did that)
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| Nigga, what you lookin' at? |
| Shit, this on my wrist?
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| Well, that’s life change to some (Right)
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| And if you bust it down, then that might change the sum (Right)
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| We used to hustle all night until the night changed to sun (Uh-huh)
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| Had to hustle, make sure this wasn’t the same life for my son, nigga (Facts)
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| I’m not tryna say the night wasn’t fun, but
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| I’m just tryna say I’m gon' leave the night for the young
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| Shit, you know, Harlem when the weather change
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| And all the blocks get to jumpin'
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| And we used to call the baddies up on the block, or we pumpin'
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| And then cops would shut us down 'cause of the block, they was dumpin'
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| You know a good Harlem nigga keeps somethin' hot he could jump in (Yeah)
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| I’m just sayin', y’all (Huh), I’m just playin' y’all
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| Get off the block 'fore these niggas start to sprayin', yo
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| Getback is a bitch, get back in the whip (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Get back in your bitch, nigga
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| I don’t want to be a product of my environment
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| I want my environment to be a product of me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tradition , by - Smoke DZA. Song from the album Homegrown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп