No More Fans Lyrics - Singles - Jin

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 fuck up 

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its like I went to sleep last night and things were all fine 

woke up all of a sudden everybody rhymes 

thats how the shit 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 shit 

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(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 fuck 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 fuck 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 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 

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 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 butterknife 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 shit 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 fuck 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 fuck up. 

where they at... 

nobody... 

where they at... 

nobody...