[1st Verse]
Waiting for them to show up
Ready for them come and show us how it's really done
Living for the moment man and this is it
Everything I'm looking for has come to this
Hit them with the rhythm
Tell them where the music really went
Ever since a kid been struggling to comprehend
How the music biz would come together in the end
Would they tell the story where they really come from?
Nope, standing on stage in an empty auditorium
Where's everybody at is anyone out there?
Doorman sold me tickets but does anyone still care?
No one's here everybody seemed to went home
Never had stage presence heard them on a ringtone
Feeling disappointed I don't care for the current state
Rap isn't music when it's only for the hustle game
I don't write it
I don't try it
Never buy it
All the money wasted
While we're waiting a real riot
We'll fight it
Where's the competition where's the talent?
Where's the challenge?
Everything is sampled garbage well below average
Fantasy fanatics everybody is a gangster
Something odd about a "street thug" on a major
But I understand it's simply for a paycheck
Royalties and dividends for this fake sh**
Time we get them out the club and make a real hit
Find me writing in the dungeon devil in me waiting for the spaceship
[2nd Verse]
Brought me along for the ride
I've been waiting ever since 11
Go ahead and give me everything left
Whether it's unreleased
Bblaming the companies
Really want it gotta have it
I'm a fiend for the sh**
Sick of hearing that you had it so bad on your label
That your broke a** had no contact with the payroll
New whack style
Divide your fan base in half
Punishment for the loyal and no hits
Forgotten always claiming that you get no respect
Millions have been sold but that isn't success
Not for a decade when your albums all flop hard
Alienated your audience for the dollar
Where you gonna be in ten more years, are you legends?
Waiting for that record to go platinum again
Living off the fame and money picking your poison
And sitting back and laughing
While your fans are waiting for that dark sh**
Sadly think it's over need to focus on a new career
Never really mattered cuz these rappers aren't real
Music with a purpose really what we need now
Showing love and give it up to the underground
But I understand it's simply for a paycheck
Royalties and dividends for this fake sh**
Time we get them out the club and make a real hit
Find me writing in the dungeon devil in me waiting for the spaceship