1960 Lyrics

1960 - Lyrical Joe

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Goated

Step to the fire, get roasted Walking on water, I floated Still got the world on my shoulder

Put you in a place that you don't wanna be Better be blind 'cause this is what you don't wanna see

Top 10, top 5 convo is raped 'cause I'm giving the fuck I don't wanna give Men to the side, girls to the side We wed the rap game, y'all are yet to decide

Afro beat slay queens trying to engage the in the rap marital affairs, bitch you aside Welcome to the land of bars

I went through many battles and I healed them scars

If this was a keyboard you tried to be harsh lil nigga

But we only pressing your stars So Young man

This is like election in your own land

'cause if your run against Sark got you feeling like Peter obi

You bout to get beaten by an old man

Hold man

Dremo!

You got attention from Ghana

It must be a dream oo

But I'm putting you back to sleep go and dream oo

I'm a nightmare, hi Dremo!

Did I say it well? Is it Drymo, huh?

You could have saved that energy for your power outs, but you tryna be a beef generator

The rap game in your country is still merry merry

So watch the Holy Ghost penetrate her hah!

I do this for the motherland

So let it marry since you coming from the fatherland

It means you got balls

But let the nigga birth y'all jump, and I won't even let your father land

I'll put you in a trans

Holla at your boy like Wiz

Don't come at us with that feminine steeze

in your voice

And if I ever flow like a bitch it will be hot enough to put your star boy Davido on his knees

Shout outs to Zamani literally Ice is cold But I heard the nigga said, "I am not Ice, I'm cold."

Well this is shot on shot

I just put you in a blanket since you are not ice but cold

I'm running through your motherfucking industry

With AK47 millimetre in the chemistry The cemetery | buried everybody very brutality

The lyrical juggernaut bringing it up, be on the monitory

You don't wanna touch rap this is like cancer

it's gon be hard to get back to afro

We already know y'all didn't get hard with rap so y'all had to go and use afro

That's your disiac

Reply hard and we can get busier

I mean you and whoever wanna rap with me

We can dig more deen it gets pitier

Really I'm saying you're a fuck boy Ask M.I we push boys we don't chalk boys I got the rap game on my laptop

Shey you dey come from Nija; I do it like a fraud boy

I told boys wrong choice in calm voice With no noise hot boys, we no watch toys They stay void, move forward I'm a rap poet I'm in for the long ride like a limousine please bring your convoy