Hood - Da Waiting Period lyrics

Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting, I'm just pa**ing time Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting, I'm just pa**ing time Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting, I'm just pa**ing time [Hook] 2X But is that too much to ask? I wanna be the man who touch the cash I sent my tape off and two months have pa**ed And I ain't heard a word from y'all frontin a** You laugh What I wanna know was, when am I gon make records like y'all? Better yet, when am I gon get respected like y'all? I rap in an environment where I'm expected to fall I send 20 demos out and never receive one call And you got the gall to ask me, for a little bit of my paper I'm sticking with rap like I wrote rhymes on fly-paper While the A&R sit back in his office space My tape go in the trash with a big smile across his face See, when you're broke, you gotta do it for the love of it n***as ain't gon buy your joint, they gon make a dub of it So why would I waste my time saying I rap for y'all After all I'm black, so it's either rap or basketball And I ain't got enough sk**s to hit the NBA And anyway, around my block its hard cuz too many play But anyday now, I know I hustle women When I get the long-awaited call from Mr. Russell Simmons Maybe then, in my two eyes you might see a tear When he tell me, that I'm gon do my album with Premier Shh, don't let me wake-up, I know I won't get none of that The day I do, the day you see a one-legged running back But coming back to what I was saying before You heard a million sob stories, but I got a million more Used to try to make beats, stopping the bars in the tapes But all I want is my record beside yours in the crates [Hook] 2X All my peoples like, "Yo, you sound phat on the track" But I can't make a living off that little pat on the back See everybody wanna rhyme, and everyone that rhyme is selfish Intimidated... don't wanna support nobody else sh** But when you get recorded You think I'm gon support it? I'mma look you dead in your face and be like, "man, I can't afford it" How can I have s**? Women won't let me get a feel Lookin at me like, "This n***a still try'na get a record deal?" One day I be on And I get rid of my Neon With the same chick, picking up every single that we on So every night, I'm calling from Carolina to Michigan Sayin I'm givin up rap, cuz ain't nobody listening 7 Years of Bad Luck, I been jerked with 2 deals I better switch it up and dye my hair blonde like Dru Hill Or dress up in a leather suit, and y'all would buy it But I swear Kelly Price will go on a diet before I try it I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired, disgusted Why don't you give me your deal? You ain't doin it no justice I wanna live illustrious, but I'm living a lie So while you're writing raps to get paid, I'm barely getting by I sit and try to think of future dreams, and try to make the best of nothin My life's about to blow, somebody must've pressed the bu*ton I gotta bounce for now, what a way to end off And plus, I got 25 more tapes to send off [Hook] 2X Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting, I'm just pa**ing time Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting, I'm just pa**ing time Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting, I'm just pa**ing time Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting, I'm just pa**ing time