Street Empire - 1960 lyrics

1960 (Prod. By Street Empire) Mixtape: Yellow Tape Intro: J$EAN (Hold up) Just wanna get the mood right (x2) Verse 1: J$EAN Look, first of all I had to get my money up Nothing was pretty, I had make it up; Cake it up Really in a city that is hating us And faking up And one year later--the same city that is chasing us (what?) When I left college, I didn't awknowledge (what?) The fact that I wouldn't be back, and the fact I left college These n***as saying," You're a thief, you're stealing!" Because when I dropped out didn't even pay the rest of tuition Now look at silly me--rapping and these n***as listen I should on be on the stage of Coachella this year I had to get my bucks up, and f**ing shut the f** up And now the only one making noise in the atmosphere Real talk Everything I do, I do it to the walk-walk n***as talking and I've never seen 'em ball (no) Man these n***as talk-talk, never seen 'em walk-walk but I run it back like I'm Marshal Faulk, in the dark I got one life so I'm living it to the fullest Battery phone charge so I'm using it to the fullest Look at my plate and you would see that it's scraped (What?) I'm eating these beats--I'm hungry mayne, Hunger Games, I'm the fullest Look at my face: Versace shades man I'm the coolest Cruising by the cops cause they're slop flops Running in the shop just to get a chop-chop Everytime you see me better stop So smooth (x3) Just wanna get the mood right (x4) Verse 2: J$EAN (Leggo) I remember when These b**hes showed no love (none?) Well it's okay, cause now you won't get no backstage-show-love Made my own shine, it's a sunny month Left dudes behind, no trust Now I'm teaching these n***as feeling like ima coach I'm never fitting in unless I'm fitting clothes Look, I'm not waitin for a go I made own go Life is movin faster than a Mercialago Trust, I know Getting to the money like a mummy If I throw up then it'll be rappers in my tummy, I'm hungry Young n***a straight out of college Just dropped out of college and blew like a bonnet Now a n***a got flow-flow A n***a got show-show And n***as still talk so histrionic I'm honest (Uh--tell 'em!) You want the buzz? I got the honey? Flow's getting super cold: my nose is getting runny Heard your last tape, and man your tape was real funny (Uh) We get into it in the music I'm a student (Yellow Tape)