Carry On - Lon Dini, Flip, Fes Taylor

A couple of shots’ll make a nigga fumble the rock

I’m like Jay, I can juggle the Roc, watch

So they say I’m Def Jam on the block

Even if the tech jams, still able to pop

Show me a label to sign, my cable’ll watch

Earrings what you pay for a yacht, imagine that

I don’t shop in the places you cop, nope

The difference if it’s basic or not

I’m a fly nigga, S.I., Killah Hill til I die

Nigga get a bird, know this head when I ride with her

I’m a side better, got gwop, I remember

Trynna get along and nobody would lend a

Helping hand, heed, I can melt the sand

Like Kanye West, diamonds in my hand

Every winter clothing, if you notice

Plus cold this, like a nigga still posing

I used to carry on like

Running the streets, acting a fool

Stick 'em up, yeah, I’m snatching ya jewels

I used to carry on like

Clapping the heat, smack at ya teeth

You out of place if you happen to speak

I used to carry on like

I used to carry on like

Say I changed, crowds scream my name

It’s Russian Roulette, you play games

Say I, tussle to death, for cash it’s nothing to sweat

Want cop no customer checks

It’s sex, drugs and guns, I lust for ones

Play the ave for it’s something to run, I’m dumping you one

From Park Hill, never ran, never will

Murderer now that Ja Rule gone, but never kill

I’m better than I’ll, a veteran still

My darts might sever ya grill, Gil told me to chill

I fill blunts like packaging ville

Wild drunk won’t crash at the wheel, like Navy SEALS

Beef, more gravy to the mills

And these ladies act shady over deals, middle fingers up

Fuck you too, Wolf Pack what up with ya crew?

He’s a pussy, that’s just something to do

I used to carry on like

Fuck with a chick, they lust for a stiff

They all open off of hundreds I get

I used to carry on like

Blowing some cash, rolling some hash

Make sure a ass hope I go in the stash

I used to carry on like

I used to carry on like

Fuck with me, I have ya family lined up

Shot and hung from a tree

Niggas knew I’d be a threat if the right man discover me

Killing this shit, I got the whole Shao' loving me

From my style there is no equal, good shit take time

Like Method Man dropping The Prequel

Lon Dini back with lethal to feed you, word is

I fell off, you can hate, punk fag, I don’t need you

Speak Dini through Nicky, anytime or Debo

Nicky, Trife pose, set up my nigga Castro

Vintage on my first verse, as I’ll as my last

But on the streets push butter, gutter speak to his kids behind bars

Crime blood for all my niggas living hard

Tell 'em I’m the truth, but they didn’t believe

I do crime, get to the Earth, and with shackling beat

I rob the streets hard like Earlacker, hustle like my life don’t matter

Nothing there, to make ya brain splatter, bang, bang, bang, bang

I used to carry on like

I get it for cheap, flipping it weak

Some see the heat, still drip on the beast

I used to carry on like

They rip when I speak, muscle ya cheeks

I was looking for some trouble to beef

I used to carry on like

I used to carry on like