No More Fans chords by Jin
Verse 1
Am
The
Dm
MC,
Golden
Am
Child,
We
Dm
Crafty
Am
Yo
Dm
G, I had this crazy dream last night man
Am
The world was upside down yo
Everybody was trying to get in the industry
Dm
G
All I could say was
Dm
Am
I swear y 'all, where's the fans y
Dm
Ain't nobody even sitting in the stands y
Am
Dm
You rap, and it's produced, one,
G
Am
ah, shut the fuck up
It's like I went to sleep last night
and things were all fine
Dm
Woke up, all of a sudden, everybody rhymes,
Am
that's how this shit seems
Dm
Every time I turn around, all I hear is,
G
yo, let me spit sixteen
Am
Is it me, or do I got a sign on
Dm
my forehead that says
Wanna get signed?
Just rhyme, go ahead
Am
All this rappin' got me stressin',
Dm
G
I wonder if this only happens in my profession
Am
Like when
Jordan had the number one spot
Dm
You think they ran up on him, like
You gotta see my jump shot
Am
I don't know, maybe it's just me
Dm
But you should need a license
G
to call yourself a
MC
Am
You must be joking, right?
Dm
You ain't dope for tight
And people had the last
night at the open mic
Am
When they called for heads
to go up and spit
Dm
The whole club got on stage
G
Ain't that some shit?
Am
I swear y 'all,
where's the fans y 'all?
Dm
Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands y
Am
You rap, manage,
Dm
G
Dm
Am
produce
Dm
Am
Dm
G
Dm
Am
I be platinum, believe your ears
Dm
If I sold every demo I received in the last
Am
three years I ain't bragging,
but I been around the world
touring
Dm
You never left your house,
G
you just stay on
the forums
Am
Open for criticism, every time I spit it
Dm
But who the fuck died and made
you the head critic?
Am
Be the ones with no talent,
whining how?
Dm
Always got something to
G
complain about, like
Simon
Cowell
Am
I would've made the first verse the third
Dm
More ad -libs than before the
chorus had a bridge
Am
Like you got the formula for making a hit
Dm
Only time you ever drop
G
Dm
something nasty is taking a shit
Am
If you got something to say, make it legit
Dm
But it seems like these bastards
ain't gonna quit
Am
See they'll diss you,
knowing that they raps ain't official
G
Dm
Turn around and be like, can
G
Am
I do a track with you?
I swear, y 'all, where's the fans, y 'all
Dm
Ain't nobody even sittin'
in the stands, y
Am
You rap and it's produced
Dm
G
One, uh, shut the fuck up
Am
I swear, y where's the fans, y
Dm
Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands, y
Am
You rap and it's produced
Dm
G
One, uh, shut the fuck up
Am
I know you feel like every day
you get a big close -up
Dm
In your
Boom
Dolo, spittin' the
Chase poster
Am
It's cool to chase dreams,
but I'd advise
Dm
G
You play it safe, don't quit your 9 to 5
Am
That's just reality, stop duckin' it
Dm
Like eatin' steak with a butter knife,
you ain't cuttin' it
Am
Oh, cuz he your cousin?
You got him on the track?
Dm
Demo didn't even make it to
G
the bottom of the stack
Am
Sick of so -called producers,
y 'all get tired
Dm
Kick the same sales pitch,
yo, my shit is fire
Am
If that's true, get your turn to see me
Dm
But your beats ain't even
G
hot enough to burn a
CD
Am
They never fail to blow my high
Dm
Talkin' bout I manage so
-and -so with it, blah -blah -blah
Am
I sign autographs, shake hands,
and never think
Dm
G
Cause nowadays, fans are damn near extinct
Am
I swear y 'all, where's the fans y
Dm
Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands y
Am
You rap, manage, produce,
Dm
G
one, ah, shut the fuck up
Dm
Am
I swear y 'all,
where's the fans y 'all?
Dm
Ain't nobody even sittin'
in the stands y 'all
Am
You rap, manage, produce, one,
Dm
ah, shut the fuck up
Am
Dm
Where they at?
Am
Dm
Nobody.
Am
Dm
Where they at?
Nobody.
Am
Dm
Am
No More Fans
Jin
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