60 Minutes ft. Sir Charles III Lyrics

The Goon squad on the grit from the dirt

Out the trench for the flavor

Unmatched with the work

Unhinged in my mind

So I'm good w the words

I'm Rippin out ya spine every time I spit a verse

I can see the mettle of a man in his iris

It's by design that I'm a titan a giant

I came with a plan to eat bodies for science

Now I'm now in demand getting paid for where my mind is

At the top of the key I'm hittin floaters

They don't keep the ball in motion I'm self coachin

Chippys in my repertoire sippin smoking rolled cigars

I'm executing visions that's the difference between where we are

Ugh keep up I mean the pen nice

I'm Brother ezikaih when the pin strike

They Roy Munson careers that mean nothing

I'm Ernie McCrack stunting I'm rolling that 300

Ugh

It ain't nothing but a thang tho

Big smoke let the pain go

Like a modern day Van Gogh

60 minutes we make the pen flip and ink roll

Ayo my pen and pad is lethal the track speaking with passion

When I'm in the city know Taylor produce the masters

That boom bap is back and I ain't losing a battle

The last one that tried left with a black eye and battered

Ayo I'm back in motion wrapping the Doja rapping like Casanova

Y'all can stop acting just like cast is over

I'm asking Charles when's the last time these rappers noticed

They ain't fucking with us there's a difference in these track vocals

I grab the tray and cut the tree up like a grass mower

Shooting shots like an Angelina and Brad roll out

They ain't fucking with the sound and that's a fact Brody

Split a dime I got a nickel on it like Chad Kroger

I got infinite ammunition your clouts over

Fucking with me like fuckings with reasonable doubt Hova

When I pull in Kansas you know the ounces blowing

We back in the booth and we ain't playing with you clown bozos

It ain't nothing but a thang tho

Big smoke let the pain go

Like a modern day Van Gogh

60 minutes we make the pen flip and ink roll