Joko Tha' Rapper - 60 Ghost Bars lyrics

[Intro] Going down on that p**y like What you do for that Klondike [Verse 1:Tech$ Finesse] Over compensate Over contemplate Gotta' cop the hate n***as crack talkin' Compton plates n***as rap cheesy nas and jay Sittin' in the studio Wonderin bout life n' all I'm enthralled by the strife and fall Of the greats that pursue to be the G.O.A.T crouch and ball Cryin' lyin' bout upbringings Flyin' through world trade singing Cash Rules Everything Around Me n***a I smoke Hash and nothin else but brown leaves Consumerism brings the blues and rhythym Together Yall n***as flows stay sittin on zero Y'all rappers be softer than my pillow Claim to be the hardest but you ain't I got up out the hood movin that cane f** glamour and fame The weed musta hit me mane Got me higher than a plane It's some sh** I can't explain.. Rebel to the grain ' South side ridaz run the game It's simple to understand Sink you quicker than quick sand I'm that n***a cops can't stand Tryna cuff these f**in hands' But been messin up they plans But they won't catch a n***a slippin aslong as I roam this land. Haha Word to all my b**hes And my n***as out here tryna get it f** the snitches, get your riches f** with mine and get shot up like syringes I'm a big dude, I pound cake All you rappers is spitting flat bars, like pancakes Spit this sh** so hard i make the land shake Spittin' sh** you can feel, and find something you can take Flow strong, not something you can break, coming from man, but stronger then man made Its a damn shame, all these fake rappers making it, but the real dudes just fade, in to the background standing in the shade, in the darkness That type of sh** is what sparked this, all i gotta say to y'all is spit it ya hardest I put in my heart b**h, when is it gonna show? Its bizarre ta, think the only way to make it far is, spit whack bars, and sell ya soul These n***as out here selling they soul I can't do that, cause that's not me, i'll continue to rap like a real emcee Whats the reason to rap if your not feel in me? Whats the reason to rap if its not real and deep? There's no reason to rap if your not k**ing beats I'm through the roof, like a just broke the ceiling, please Hip hops been broken, and this is its heeling, see All these dudes today got hip hop fading away, its in a coma waiting to be saved Save like, Save it like [Verse 2:Tech$ Finesse] Look, its like they took a bat to hip hops brain, and now its just riving in pain So today Ima' give it some moraine, sorry, moraine, and help it escape the horror scene and forget the horrors seen Hip hops more then just sporting bling, hoes, d**, and that limizine It was real life, and the sh** you seen, living life, as a human being It was in the streets, in the food you didn't have to eat, in not being able to put shoes on your babies feet. It was in that single dream You really had something to grind for, writing every song like you had something to rhyme for And seen your goal as something to die for Like "this times yours, no way in hell you gonna climb short" Like this is yours They call me Tech$ Finesse and I'm in the game f** you b**hes and f** the fame All my n***as gon know the game Like that Alabama, Alabama that road tide k** these b**hes like Glo-ride All my n***as hit that febreeze Yall n***as so stinky Yeah my n***as gon' ride Give a f** bout; these lame n***as Love my b**h Lailaa All you n***as is fake n***as I'm out