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Jin
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No More Fans
Lyricist:Jin Au Yeung, Sean Manna
The Emcee Golden Child we Crafty Yo G I had this crazy dream last night man The world was upside down yo Everybody was tryin' to get in the industry All I could say was
I swear y'all where's the fans y'all Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands y'all You rap? Manage? Produce? What? Aw shut the fuck up
It's like I went to sleep last night and things were all fine Woke up all of a sudden Everybody rhymes that's how the shit seems Every time 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 rappin' got me stressin'
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 gotta see my jump shot I don't know maybe it's just me but you should
Need a license to call yourself a Emcee You must be jokin' 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 shit
I swear y'all where's the fans y'all Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands y'all You rap? Manage? Produce? What? Aw shut the fuck up
I swear y'all where's the fans y'all Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands y'all You rap? Manage? Produce? What? Aw shut the fuck up
I'd be platinum believe ya ears If I sold every demo I received in the last three years I ain't braggin' but I been around the world tourin' You never left ya house you just stay on the forums
Open for criticism every time I spit it But who the fuck died and made you the head critic Be the ones with no talent whinin' how Always got somethin' to complain about like Simon Cowell
I woulda made the first verse the third Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com More ad libs and before the chorus add a bridge Like you got the formula for makin' a hit Only time you ever drop somethin' nasty is takin' a shit
If you got somethin' to say make it legit But it seems like these bastards ain't gonna quit See they'll dis you knowin' that their raps ain't official Turn around and be like, can I do a track with you?
I swear y'all where's the fans y'all Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands y'all You rap? Manage? Produce? What? Aw shut the fuck up
I swear y'all where's the fans y'all Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands y'all You rap? Manage? Produce? What? Aw shut the fuck up
I know you feel like every day you get a bit closer In your room Dolo spittin' to Jay's poster It's cools to chase dreams but I'd advise You play it safe don't quit ya 9 to 5
That's just reality stop duckin' it Like eatin' steak with a butter knife you ain't cuttin' 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 y'all get tired Kick the same sales pitch yo my shit 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 Talkin' 'bout 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 y'all where's the fans y'all Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands y'all You rap? Manage? Produce? What? Aw shut the fuck up
I swear y'all where's the fans y'all Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands y'all You rap? Manage? Produce? What? Aw shut the fuck up
Where they at? Nobody Where they at? Nobody
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