Chords for Statik Selektah - Carry On ft. Joey Bada$$, Freddie Gibbs
Tempo:
90.25 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Fm
Ab
G
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] I'm still on the [Cm] verse like that.
Can you see, [G] can you see?
[Ab] Static [Gb] Select.
This is live, I'm direct.
[Cm]
All of a sudden, myself [D] upon a carry, [Cm] carry on tradition, carry on tradition.
Watch Static, [D] and I'm a [Bb] select.
[Cm]
Mic check, one, two, one, two.
Mic check, when the niggas come through.
[Gm] Yo, niggas keep it solid.
Yo, [Ab] cause we on about that knowledge.
[G] Besides the fact [Cm] a nigga never been as swank as me.
I like that.
Until I shine, I sit patiently.
So [G] like that, [Ab] I fold it back, [G] scroll it back, and roll it back.
[Cm] These folks savvy, not different over.
I'm at them niggas [Fm] where they probably should've been [Cm] before.
I'm on my girls and strobing, for an onion and nails.
It ain't [D] about the Ralph [C] though, tell [F] your horse, chill.
Don't need the grill, [Gm] to feel like [Fm] I'm real, nigga.
If he [Ab] can't see the light that shine, he'll figure [C] still.
Six figure deals, what the hell?
Since the age of six, [D] I knew the name [Cm] of Ringo Bell.
And six more years, to wonder what the father tell.
That 666, [Fm] still no signs of a 360, [Cm] yeah, I need to do that.
Sell myself, records, spend it my day self.
If he day self, myself off.
[Dm] Reflex off the reflex, before [Gm] I toe flex.
Drop that [Fm] set, jacks, on the next, New York best.
[Ab] This a get sound, stick [Cm] around, and he coming for the vest.
Now, can a nigga contest?
Maybe if he put his body side, he could confess.
But nonetheless, it's fundamental.
Read to [Fm] fundamental.
Rise with the momentum, [C] so rise on this momentum.
So, pon your equidentials.
Watch [G] who you point into, and put it [F] to put it down in the fuel.
[Gm] Respect my conglomerate, [Fm] the way I market to it.
Such a prominent [Ab] soul, but I won't get my [Cm] roses, till I line my tomb.
Flowers.
Mother suckers, myself a chronic area.
Carry on tradition.
Carry on tradition.
Shout out to my brother, Ringo Bell.
I'm [D] static, and I'm a slick.
I suspect he is, cause [Cm] he ain't bitch.
Live and direct.
Yeah, [G] what's up?
This is [Bb] Deez Niggas, baby.
Yeah, nigga that [Fm] Hennessy.
Nigga that [Ab] Hennessy.
Nigga that [Cm] Hennessy.
With my lyrical, Billy D45 code.
Fuck the police, they ready, but they can't find dope.
If it ain't about money and riches, nigga, what you lying for?
Work half a [Fm] day in my trap, and make what you [Cm] signed for.
My niggas is willing to whip that twerp.
Cause it's a ridiculous feeling to come to your crib, and your shit don't work.
[Gm] Electric, gas, and water.
You Fugazi and mutilated.
[F] Like Pookie at the Carter.
Joseph Jackson, [Ab] the gangster rapper.
Respect [Cm] the father, taking it back to nigga.
Them niggas switch off the trick.
Every time you rap a new-ish show, bitch, I should pinch off a feat.
Used to flow by Goofy shit, met a G, and got on some Groofy shit.
A slave took my rap page, [G] stood under my [Cm] tutor list.
I'm still taking these boys to school.
As quick as I build them up, I can just disassemble them.
[G] Coca-Cola, [Gm] correcting them.
Cousins stayed up at Fen.
I was [Bb] shipping the shits to [Fm] Michigan.
The black bass, [Ab] the fuckling cratches.
I see [Cm] the bitch in them.
Converse Squad, drop a file on them.
We're steadily shitting on these niggas, but they ain't no big Freddie.
Kane has switched up the style on them.
I stretched it out to 250.
He got a line coming.
No selling tonight, but I'm [Fm] up as early [Cm] as flying Southern.
Chopping boulders and blowing dozers, so fuck a cup of Fodor.
Vending coners and serving [Gm] Yola straight off this Motorola.
Sometimes you sacrifice [F] your heart to serve [Ab] this hard way.
30 rounds of death on my waist, this baby [Cm] scarface, nigga.
I said 30 rounds of death on my waist, this baby scarface, nigga.
I got 30 pounds [Fm] of death on my waist, this [Cm] baby scarface, nigga.
Carry on [F] tradition.
Carry on tradition.
[Gm] [Fm] Got static, [Eb] and I'm a selection.
Let's get [N] down.
Can you see, [G] can you see?
[Ab] Static [Gb] Select.
This is live, I'm direct.
[Cm]
All of a sudden, myself [D] upon a carry, [Cm] carry on tradition, carry on tradition.
Watch Static, [D] and I'm a [Bb] select.
[Cm]
Mic check, one, two, one, two.
Mic check, when the niggas come through.
[Gm] Yo, niggas keep it solid.
Yo, [Ab] cause we on about that knowledge.
[G] Besides the fact [Cm] a nigga never been as swank as me.
I like that.
Until I shine, I sit patiently.
So [G] like that, [Ab] I fold it back, [G] scroll it back, and roll it back.
[Cm] These folks savvy, not different over.
I'm at them niggas [Fm] where they probably should've been [Cm] before.
I'm on my girls and strobing, for an onion and nails.
It ain't [D] about the Ralph [C] though, tell [F] your horse, chill.
Don't need the grill, [Gm] to feel like [Fm] I'm real, nigga.
If he [Ab] can't see the light that shine, he'll figure [C] still.
Six figure deals, what the hell?
Since the age of six, [D] I knew the name [Cm] of Ringo Bell.
And six more years, to wonder what the father tell.
That 666, [Fm] still no signs of a 360, [Cm] yeah, I need to do that.
Sell myself, records, spend it my day self.
If he day self, myself off.
[Dm] Reflex off the reflex, before [Gm] I toe flex.
Drop that [Fm] set, jacks, on the next, New York best.
[Ab] This a get sound, stick [Cm] around, and he coming for the vest.
Now, can a nigga contest?
Maybe if he put his body side, he could confess.
But nonetheless, it's fundamental.
Read to [Fm] fundamental.
Rise with the momentum, [C] so rise on this momentum.
So, pon your equidentials.
Watch [G] who you point into, and put it [F] to put it down in the fuel.
[Gm] Respect my conglomerate, [Fm] the way I market to it.
Such a prominent [Ab] soul, but I won't get my [Cm] roses, till I line my tomb.
Flowers.
Mother suckers, myself a chronic area.
Carry on tradition.
Carry on tradition.
Shout out to my brother, Ringo Bell.
I'm [D] static, and I'm a slick.
I suspect he is, cause [Cm] he ain't bitch.
Live and direct.
Yeah, [G] what's up?
This is [Bb] Deez Niggas, baby.
Yeah, nigga that [Fm] Hennessy.
Nigga that [Ab] Hennessy.
Nigga that [Cm] Hennessy.
With my lyrical, Billy D45 code.
Fuck the police, they ready, but they can't find dope.
If it ain't about money and riches, nigga, what you lying for?
Work half a [Fm] day in my trap, and make what you [Cm] signed for.
My niggas is willing to whip that twerp.
Cause it's a ridiculous feeling to come to your crib, and your shit don't work.
[Gm] Electric, gas, and water.
You Fugazi and mutilated.
[F] Like Pookie at the Carter.
Joseph Jackson, [Ab] the gangster rapper.
Respect [Cm] the father, taking it back to nigga.
Them niggas switch off the trick.
Every time you rap a new-ish show, bitch, I should pinch off a feat.
Used to flow by Goofy shit, met a G, and got on some Groofy shit.
A slave took my rap page, [G] stood under my [Cm] tutor list.
I'm still taking these boys to school.
As quick as I build them up, I can just disassemble them.
[G] Coca-Cola, [Gm] correcting them.
Cousins stayed up at Fen.
I was [Bb] shipping the shits to [Fm] Michigan.
The black bass, [Ab] the fuckling cratches.
I see [Cm] the bitch in them.
Converse Squad, drop a file on them.
We're steadily shitting on these niggas, but they ain't no big Freddie.
Kane has switched up the style on them.
I stretched it out to 250.
He got a line coming.
No selling tonight, but I'm [Fm] up as early [Cm] as flying Southern.
Chopping boulders and blowing dozers, so fuck a cup of Fodor.
Vending coners and serving [Gm] Yola straight off this Motorola.
Sometimes you sacrifice [F] your heart to serve [Ab] this hard way.
30 rounds of death on my waist, this baby [Cm] scarface, nigga.
I said 30 rounds of death on my waist, this baby scarface, nigga.
I got 30 pounds [Fm] of death on my waist, this [Cm] baby scarface, nigga.
Carry on [F] tradition.
Carry on tradition.
[Gm] [Fm] Got static, [Eb] and I'm a selection.
Let's get [N] down.
Key:
Cm
Fm
Ab
G
Gm
Cm
Fm
Ab
_ _ [G] _ I'm still on the [Cm] verse like that.
Can you see, [G] can you see?
_ _ _ [Ab] Static [Gb] _ _ _ Select.
This is live, I'm direct.
[Cm] _
All of a sudden, myself [D] upon a carry, [Cm] carry on tradition, carry on tradition.
_ Watch Static, [D] and I'm a [Bb] select.
_ [Cm]
Mic check, one, two, one, two.
Mic check, when the niggas come through.
[Gm] Yo, niggas keep it solid.
Yo, [Ab] cause we on about that knowledge.
[G] Besides the fact [Cm] a nigga never been as swank as me.
I like that.
Until I shine, I sit patiently.
So [G] like that, [Ab] I fold it back, [G] scroll it back, and roll it back.
[Cm] These folks savvy, not different over.
I'm at them niggas [Fm] where they probably should've been [Cm] before.
I'm on my girls and strobing, for an onion and nails.
It ain't [D] about the Ralph [C] though, tell [F] your horse, chill.
Don't need the grill, [Gm] to feel like [Fm] I'm real, nigga.
If he [Ab] can't see the light that shine, he'll figure [C] still.
Six figure deals, what the hell?
Since the age of six, [D] I knew the name [Cm] of Ringo Bell.
And six more years, to wonder what the father tell.
That 666, [Fm] still no signs of a 360, [Cm] yeah, I need to do that.
Sell myself, records, spend it my day self.
If he day self, myself off.
[Dm] Reflex off the reflex, before [Gm] I toe flex.
Drop that [Fm] set, jacks, on the next, New York best.
[Ab] This a get sound, stick [Cm] around, and he coming for the vest.
Now, can a nigga contest?
Maybe if he put his body side, he could confess.
But nonetheless, it's fundamental.
Read to [Fm] fundamental.
Rise with the momentum, [C] so rise on this momentum.
So, pon your equidentials.
Watch [G] who you point into, and put it [F] to put it down in the fuel.
[Gm] Respect my conglomerate, [Fm] the way I market to it.
Such a prominent [Ab] soul, but I won't get my [Cm] roses, till I line my tomb.
Flowers.
Mother suckers, myself a chronic area.
Carry on tradition.
Carry on tradition.
Shout out to my brother, Ringo Bell.
I'm [D] static, and I'm a slick.
I suspect he is, cause [Cm] he ain't bitch.
Live and direct.
Yeah, [G] what's up?
This is [Bb] Deez Niggas, baby.
Yeah, nigga that [Fm] Hennessy.
Nigga that [Ab] Hennessy.
Nigga that [Cm] Hennessy.
With my lyrical, Billy D45 code.
Fuck the police, they ready, but they can't find dope.
If it ain't about money and riches, nigga, what you lying for?
Work half a [Fm] day in my trap, and make what you [Cm] signed for.
My niggas is willing to whip that twerp.
Cause it's a ridiculous feeling to come to your crib, and your shit don't work.
[Gm] Electric, gas, and water.
You Fugazi and mutilated.
[F] Like Pookie at the Carter.
Joseph Jackson, [Ab] the gangster rapper.
Respect [Cm] the father, taking it back to nigga.
Them niggas switch off the trick.
Every time you rap a new-ish show, bitch, I should pinch off a feat.
Used to flow by Goofy shit, met a G, and got on some Groofy shit.
A slave took my rap page, [G] stood under my [Cm] tutor list.
I'm still taking these boys to school.
As quick as I build them up, I can just disassemble them.
[G] Coca-Cola, [Gm] correcting them.
Cousins stayed up at Fen.
I was [Bb] shipping the shits to [Fm] Michigan.
The black bass, [Ab] the fuckling cratches.
I see [Cm] the bitch in them.
Converse Squad, drop a file on them.
We're steadily shitting on these niggas, but they ain't no big Freddie.
Kane has switched up the style on them.
I stretched it out to 250.
He got a line coming.
No selling tonight, but I'm [Fm] up as early [Cm] as flying Southern.
Chopping boulders and blowing dozers, so fuck a cup of Fodor.
Vending coners and serving [Gm] Yola straight off this Motorola.
Sometimes you sacrifice [F] your heart to serve [Ab] this hard way.
30 rounds of death on my waist, this baby [Cm] scarface, nigga.
I _ said 30 rounds of death on my waist, this baby scarface, nigga.
I got 30 pounds [Fm] of death on my waist, this [Cm] baby scarface, nigga.
_ _ _ _ Carry on [F] tradition.
Carry on tradition.
[Gm] [Fm] Got static, [Eb] and I'm a selection.
Let's get [N] down.
Can you see, [G] can you see?
_ _ _ [Ab] Static [Gb] _ _ _ Select.
This is live, I'm direct.
[Cm] _
All of a sudden, myself [D] upon a carry, [Cm] carry on tradition, carry on tradition.
_ Watch Static, [D] and I'm a [Bb] select.
_ [Cm]
Mic check, one, two, one, two.
Mic check, when the niggas come through.
[Gm] Yo, niggas keep it solid.
Yo, [Ab] cause we on about that knowledge.
[G] Besides the fact [Cm] a nigga never been as swank as me.
I like that.
Until I shine, I sit patiently.
So [G] like that, [Ab] I fold it back, [G] scroll it back, and roll it back.
[Cm] These folks savvy, not different over.
I'm at them niggas [Fm] where they probably should've been [Cm] before.
I'm on my girls and strobing, for an onion and nails.
It ain't [D] about the Ralph [C] though, tell [F] your horse, chill.
Don't need the grill, [Gm] to feel like [Fm] I'm real, nigga.
If he [Ab] can't see the light that shine, he'll figure [C] still.
Six figure deals, what the hell?
Since the age of six, [D] I knew the name [Cm] of Ringo Bell.
And six more years, to wonder what the father tell.
That 666, [Fm] still no signs of a 360, [Cm] yeah, I need to do that.
Sell myself, records, spend it my day self.
If he day self, myself off.
[Dm] Reflex off the reflex, before [Gm] I toe flex.
Drop that [Fm] set, jacks, on the next, New York best.
[Ab] This a get sound, stick [Cm] around, and he coming for the vest.
Now, can a nigga contest?
Maybe if he put his body side, he could confess.
But nonetheless, it's fundamental.
Read to [Fm] fundamental.
Rise with the momentum, [C] so rise on this momentum.
So, pon your equidentials.
Watch [G] who you point into, and put it [F] to put it down in the fuel.
[Gm] Respect my conglomerate, [Fm] the way I market to it.
Such a prominent [Ab] soul, but I won't get my [Cm] roses, till I line my tomb.
Flowers.
Mother suckers, myself a chronic area.
Carry on tradition.
Carry on tradition.
Shout out to my brother, Ringo Bell.
I'm [D] static, and I'm a slick.
I suspect he is, cause [Cm] he ain't bitch.
Live and direct.
Yeah, [G] what's up?
This is [Bb] Deez Niggas, baby.
Yeah, nigga that [Fm] Hennessy.
Nigga that [Ab] Hennessy.
Nigga that [Cm] Hennessy.
With my lyrical, Billy D45 code.
Fuck the police, they ready, but they can't find dope.
If it ain't about money and riches, nigga, what you lying for?
Work half a [Fm] day in my trap, and make what you [Cm] signed for.
My niggas is willing to whip that twerp.
Cause it's a ridiculous feeling to come to your crib, and your shit don't work.
[Gm] Electric, gas, and water.
You Fugazi and mutilated.
[F] Like Pookie at the Carter.
Joseph Jackson, [Ab] the gangster rapper.
Respect [Cm] the father, taking it back to nigga.
Them niggas switch off the trick.
Every time you rap a new-ish show, bitch, I should pinch off a feat.
Used to flow by Goofy shit, met a G, and got on some Groofy shit.
A slave took my rap page, [G] stood under my [Cm] tutor list.
I'm still taking these boys to school.
As quick as I build them up, I can just disassemble them.
[G] Coca-Cola, [Gm] correcting them.
Cousins stayed up at Fen.
I was [Bb] shipping the shits to [Fm] Michigan.
The black bass, [Ab] the fuckling cratches.
I see [Cm] the bitch in them.
Converse Squad, drop a file on them.
We're steadily shitting on these niggas, but they ain't no big Freddie.
Kane has switched up the style on them.
I stretched it out to 250.
He got a line coming.
No selling tonight, but I'm [Fm] up as early [Cm] as flying Southern.
Chopping boulders and blowing dozers, so fuck a cup of Fodor.
Vending coners and serving [Gm] Yola straight off this Motorola.
Sometimes you sacrifice [F] your heart to serve [Ab] this hard way.
30 rounds of death on my waist, this baby [Cm] scarface, nigga.
I _ said 30 rounds of death on my waist, this baby scarface, nigga.
I got 30 pounds [Fm] of death on my waist, this [Cm] baby scarface, nigga.
_ _ _ _ Carry on [F] tradition.
Carry on tradition.
[Gm] [Fm] Got static, [Eb] and I'm a selection.
Let's get [N] down.