JasonMartin - CARRY ON 2011 (feat. Schoolboy Q)

Yeah.
That nigga do his stuff, dog.
Yeah. bill after dollar bill.
Spin. bill after dollar bill.
Lick. crazy all the bullshit I steered through.
Still keepin' bitch boys in my rearview.
Fly flyin' like a layer of dew.
Fear who?
No man.
My kids got me fuckin' grindin' like a slow jam.
The neck got these boys thinkin' they a Conan.
Man, fuck these niggas.
I don't want you on my song.
I can make it on my own.
Can a nigga carry on?
Carry on.
Carry on.
Either weed or Patron.
Shit, it got me in my zone.
Can a nigga carry on?
Carry on.
Carry on.
Hit your ride to a known.
Ain't no question that I'm gone.
Can a nigga carry on?
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on.
One way ticket to Babylon.
Carry on.
Carry on.
The opps was probably yellin' fuck me, but they knew they'd never touch me.
Yeah. get real in this life.
R.I.P. pool and pint.
Carry on.
I'm the weed, the light.
In hell, the blast.
School, I hard knock.
Shopping, filthy class, right?
My past life is faster than a Lambo.
And speaking on it, go against everything I stand for.
Follow me.
No threads, no DMs.
My BM best friend just hit me in the DMs.
Fuck. better delete it quick.
Baby mama see it.
My kids, she won't let me see them.
It's fucked up, but that's how the game go.
I ain't trippin'.
We been cool for about a month though.
But that could change any second.
She still play them old games.
Excite, fight.
Tech it.
I'm not the one to wreck it with.
I'm on some reckless shit.
Recklessness. mad and check my chick.
For nothin' at all.
Nothin' at all.
Frustrations only money can solve.
Real niggas get it.
I don't want you on my song.
I can make it on my own.
Can a nigga carry on?
Carry on.
Carry on.
Either weed or Patron.
Shit, it got me in my zone.
Can a nigga carry on?
Carry on.
Can a nigga carry on?
Carry on.
Hit your ride to a known.
Ain't no question that I'm gone.
Can a nigga carry on?
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on.
One way ticket to Babylon.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Life got me feelin' sluggish.
High up.
I'm still gon' carry on.
These boys playin' like it's GTA.
Now I gotta check these kids like it's PTA.
Stay on track.
Never lack.
Boy, be about your paper and shit.
You ain't got enough bread if they ain't hangin' your clique.
To keep afloat, gotta lose a dead weight in your clique.
Keep it movin', bruh.
Don't spend your time waitin' and shit.
Waitin' and shit.

Written by:
Jason Martin, Quincy Matthew Hanley

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