Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tradition, artist - Smoke DZA. Album song Homegrown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cinematic, RFC
Song language: English
Tradition |
| And I’m still on the line |
| Really |
| La-la-la-la |
| This is really fucking bull |
| Uh, ain’t a bridge I can’t cross |
| Their whole style Monsanto, can sauce |
| Gotta double check the bag at all times 'case grams off (Uh) |
| And now I’m tryna get the compliancy, hands off |
| Gansevoort, salmon sweatsuits like Sam Ross (Right) |
| I got every hype sneaker, but that’s a poor man floss |
| True story, underground king, and he’s bossy |
| Ahead of my days like I’m an Aussie, get off me (Get off me) |
| I don’t follow trends that come with ploys (Uh) |
| Smart enough to know that everybody has a choice |
| Don’t get caught up in no scandals 'cause them folks’ll mute your voice |
| I just do me 'cause comparison’s the thief of joy (Mmm) |
| Stopped countin' this by hand, I got machines (Got machines) |
| Fuck goin' to the game, I need a team |
| All the older homies worship Scarface, not Al Pacin' |
| Gotta change the narrative (Uh) and really dream |
| Dapper Dan how I stitch you up, Pe Wee in the kitchen, bruh |
| I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? |
| Uh, Huh |
| Dapper Dan how I stitch you up, Pe Wee in the kitchen, bruh |
| I said I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? |
| Huh, it’s my line, so, right? |
| I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? |
| Now, Bob Carlino, he was handlin' the case (Yes, he was) |
| For all the nights I was handlin' the base (Base) |
| Matter of fact, ask Flex, he came to my block |
| Ask him if I had Lenox like Planet of the Apes (Huh) |
| Cannon on the waist, y’all won’t front on mister Giles |
| I’m like Kevin Childs mixed with Kevin Lyles (Lyles) |
| And my shoes, and my pants, and my shirt and my scarf, man (Man) |
| This ring a hundred 'leven thou', woah |
| Yeah, I’m very particular, nothin' extracurricular |
| Homicide vehicular, your girl, I put dick in her (In her) |
| You be lickin' her, tell her that you love her, man, I’m sick of her |
| Uh, Killa Cam |
| Well, let me pick it up there (Right) |
| While y’all was playin' pick up games, we was pickin' up squares, so |
| Where should I start (Uh) with the bricks and the drip? |
| (Where?) |
| 'Cause every brick that I flip I used to drip to my kicks (Facts) |
| And they told me to go out of town 'cause I could triple my flip (Damn right) |
| You know, a few quick trips and I can get to the whip (Master plan) |
| Gotta watch the stick-up kids, they got a issue with this (Fuck 'em) |
| So if you a nigga gettin' money, you keep the grip on your hip (Loaded) |
| No shit, 'member 'round seven, I would wish I was rich (Facts) |
| Then I would drive by Seven’s, I used to wish I was rich (R.I.P.) |
| But let’s just say that I completed every wish on my list (Did that) |
| Nigga, what you lookin' at? |
| Shit, this on my wrist? |
| Well, that’s life change to some (Right) |
| And if you bust it down, then that might change the sum (Right) |
| We used to hustle all night until the night changed to sun (Uh-huh) |
| Had to hustle, make sure this wasn’t the same life for my son, nigga (Facts) |
| I’m not tryna say the night wasn’t fun, but |
| I’m just tryna say I’m gon' leave the night for the young |
| Shit, you know, Harlem when the weather change |
| And all the blocks get to jumpin' |
| And we used to call the baddies up on the block, or we pumpin' |
| And then cops would shut us down 'cause of the block, they was dumpin' |
| You know a good Harlem nigga keeps somethin' hot he could jump in (Yeah) |
| I’m just sayin', y’all (Huh), I’m just playin' y’all |
| Get off the block 'fore these niggas start to sprayin', yo |
| Getback is a bitch, get back in the whip (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| Get back in your bitch, nigga |
| I don’t want to be a product of my environment |
| I want my environment to be a product of me |