Golden Child - No More Fans lyrics

[Intro] 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... [Hook] 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** up [Verse 1] 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 sh** seems Everytime I turn around all I hear is "yo let me spit sixteen" Is it me or do I gotta 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 gotta see my jumpshot I don't know maybe its just me But you should need a license to call yourself 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 sh** [Hook] 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** 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** up [Verse 2] 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** 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 would've 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 sh** If you got something to say make it legit But it seems like these ba*tards 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 [Hook] 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** 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** up [Verse 3] 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 9 to 5 That's just reality stop ducking it Like eating steak with a bu*terknife 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 y'all get tired Kick the same sales pitch "yo my sh** 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 '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 [Hook] 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** 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** up Where they at... Nobody... Where they at... Nobody...