Fans Over Rappers by TheMarcusBLACK (NH) Lyrics
[Hook:]
Boy, I never made a bad song
How you hate this long, when I’m like King Kong in my state tho
Self made, still feel strong as a label
This is what you need, what you want, what you came for
(x2)
[Verse 1:]
Everyday someone asks why I ain’t signed
And my answer still the same, "I guess it ain’t time"
And I ain’t saying that the world ain’t ready
But fans are mad petty and rather support niggas that can’t rhyme
Sometimes I be going over heads with my innovative flows, concepts, and my wordplay
But never will I, dumb my shit down cuz, I ain’t even really that smart in the first place
I ain't Drake, I ain't Cole, I ain't K. Dot
Money is the one thing, I lack, that they got
It ain’t really competition with me though
I let them take shots, my clip full when they reload
Flow of the century, I know they’ll mention me
In my past life, I must of been a whole penitentiary, yo
You act hard, but if I wanted I could end you
Cuz if you ain’t at the table then you prolly on the menu
[Hook:]
Boy, I never made a bad song
How you hate this long, when I’m like King Kong in my state tho
Self made, still feel strong as a label
This is what you need, what you want, what you came for
(x2)
[Verse 2:]
I remember showing Hopsin my music
He said I was dope but I ain’t have relatablility
So, ever since then, on every single song
I been tryna ‘vent’ like Goldeneye playing Facility
The Flawed Gawd, it’s more than a name
It’s sort of like a wall of brick and mortar, that’s a border
In order to thwart the thought of a war mongering whore
That blooms while they're consuming your positive aura
I'll make songs ’til I’m laying in a grave
Can’t wait ‘till I get paid just to say them on a stage
Some, can’t relate, meaning they don’t feel the same
So I’m cutting niggas off like they're hanging and I saved them
Shoutout to Nick for always saying I’m the best rapper
When I fall that’s what help a nigga get back up
Shoutout to Kurt for telling me that I be too humble
Cuz now I know that I’m the motherfucking x-factor
[Hook:]
Boy, I never made a bad song
How you hate this long, when I’m like King Kong in my state tho..
Self made, still feel strong as a label
This is what you need, what you want, what you came for
(x2)
Boy, I never made a bad song
How you hate this long, when I’m like King Kong in my state tho
Self made, still feel strong as a label
This is what you need, what you want, what you came for
(x2)
[Verse 1:]
Everyday someone asks why I ain’t signed
And my answer still the same, "I guess it ain’t time"
And I ain’t saying that the world ain’t ready
But fans are mad petty and rather support niggas that can’t rhyme
Sometimes I be going over heads with my innovative flows, concepts, and my wordplay
But never will I, dumb my shit down cuz, I ain’t even really that smart in the first place
I ain't Drake, I ain't Cole, I ain't K. Dot
Money is the one thing, I lack, that they got
It ain’t really competition with me though
I let them take shots, my clip full when they reload
Flow of the century, I know they’ll mention me
In my past life, I must of been a whole penitentiary, yo
You act hard, but if I wanted I could end you
Cuz if you ain’t at the table then you prolly on the menu
[Hook:]
Boy, I never made a bad song
How you hate this long, when I’m like King Kong in my state tho
Self made, still feel strong as a label
This is what you need, what you want, what you came for
(x2)
[Verse 2:]
I remember showing Hopsin my music
He said I was dope but I ain’t have relatablility
So, ever since then, on every single song
I been tryna ‘vent’ like Goldeneye playing Facility
The Flawed Gawd, it’s more than a name
It’s sort of like a wall of brick and mortar, that’s a border
In order to thwart the thought of a war mongering whore
That blooms while they're consuming your positive aura
I'll make songs ’til I’m laying in a grave
Can’t wait ‘till I get paid just to say them on a stage
Some, can’t relate, meaning they don’t feel the same
So I’m cutting niggas off like they're hanging and I saved them
Shoutout to Nick for always saying I’m the best rapper
When I fall that’s what help a nigga get back up
Shoutout to Kurt for telling me that I be too humble
Cuz now I know that I’m the motherfucking x-factor
[Hook:]
Boy, I never made a bad song
How you hate this long, when I’m like King Kong in my state tho..
Self made, still feel strong as a label
This is what you need, what you want, what you came for
(x2)