Jin - No More Fans lyrics

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... (chorus) I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands ya'll You rap? manage? produce? what? Aw shut the f** up Its like I went to sleep last night and things were all fine Woke up all of a sudden everybody rhymes Thats how the sh** seems Everytime I turn around all I hear is "yo let me spit sixteen" Is it me or do I gota 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 gota 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 jokin right you aint 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 aint that some sh** (chorus) I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll Ain't nobody even sittin' 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 sittin' in the stands ya'll You rap? manage? produce? what? Aw shut the f** up I'd be platinum believe ya ears If I sold every demo I received in the last three years I aint braggin but I been around the world tourin 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 whinin how Always got somethin 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 makin a hit Only time you ever drop somethin nasty is takin a sh** If you got somethin to say make it legit But it seems like these ba*tards aint gonna quit See they'll dis you knowin that their raps aint official Turn around and be like can I do a track with you (chorus) I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll Ain't nobody even sittin' 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 sittin' in the stands ya'll You rap? manage? produce? what? Aw shut the f** up I know you feel like everyday you get a bit closer In your room dolo spittin 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 duckin it Like eatin steak with a bu*terknife you aint 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 yall 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 aint 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 (chorus) I swear ya'll where's the fans ya'll Ain't nobody even sittin' 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 sittin' in the stands ya'll You rap? manage? produce? what? Aw shut the f** up. Where they at... Nobody... Where they at... Nobody...