No More Fans -欧阳靖
The emcee
Golden child
We crafty
Yo G I had this crazy dream last night man
The world was upside down yo
Everybody was trying to get in the industry
All I could say was
I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll
Ain't nobody even sitting in the stands ya'll
You rap manage produce what
Aw shut the f**k up
Its like I went to sleep last night and things were all fine
Woke up all of a sudden everybody rhymes
That's how the ****seems
Everytime I turn around all I hear is yo let me spit sixteen
Is it me or do I got a sign on my forehead
That says wanna get signed just rhyme go head
All this rapping got me stressing
I wonder if this only happens in my profession
Like when Jordan had the number one spot
You think they ran up on him like you got a see my jumpshot
I don't know maybe its just me
But you should need a license to call yaself a emcee
You must be joking right you ain't dope or tight
And peep what happened last night at the open mic
When they called for heads to go up and spit
The whole club got on stage ain't that some ****
I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll
Ain't nobody even sitting in the stands ya'll
You rap manage produce what
Aw shut the f**k up
I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll
Ain't nobody even sitting in the stands ya'll
You rap manage produce what
Aw shut the f**k up
I'd be platinum believe ya ears
If I sold every demo I received in the last three years
I ain't bragging but I been around the world touring
You never left ya house you just stay on the forums
Open for criticism everytime I spit it
But who the f**k died and made you the head critic
Be the ones with no talent whining how
Always got something to complain about like Simon Cowell
I woulda made the first verse the third
More ad libs and before the chorus add a bridge
Like you got the formula for making a hit
Only time you ever drop something nasty is taking a ****
If you got something to say make it legit
But it seems like these bastards ain't gonna quit
See they'll dis you knowing that their raps ain't official
Turn around and be like can I do a track with you
I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll
Ain't nobody even sitting in the stands ya'll
You rap manage produce what
Aw shut the f**k up
I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll
Ain't nobody even sitting in the stands ya'll
You rap manage produce what
Aw shut the f**k up
I know you feel like everyday you get a bit closer
In your room dolo spitting to jay's poster
Its cools to chase dreams but I'd advise
You play it safe don't quit ya 9to 5
That's just reality stop ducking it
Like eating steak with a butterknife you ain't cutting it
Oh cause he ya cousin you got him on the track
Demo didn't even make it to the bottom of the stack
Sick of so called producers yall get tired
Kick the same sales pitch yo my ****is fire
If that's true get ya turn to see me
But ya beats ain't even hot enough to burn a CD
They never fail to blow my high
Talking about I manage so and so and did blah blah blah
I sign autographs shake hands and never think
Cause nowadays fans are damn near extinct
I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll
Ain't nobody even sitting in the stands ya'll
You rap manage produce what
Aw shut the f**k up
I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll
Ain't nobody even sitting in the stands ya'll
You rap manage produce what
Aw shut the f**k up
Where they at
Nobody
Where they at
Nobody