1960

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 niggas 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 niggas listen
I should on be on the stage of Coachella this year
I had to get my bucks up, and fucking shut the fuck up
And now the only one making noise in the atmosphere
Real talk
Everything I do, I do it to the walk-walk
Niggas talking and I've never seen 'em ball (no)
Man these niggas 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 bitches 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 niggas 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 nigga straight out of college
Just dropped out of college and blew like a bonnet
Now a nigga got flow-flow
A nigga got show-show
And niggas 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)