Royce da 5'9", Nick Grant, eLZhi - Still Waiting lyrics

I'm still waiting on you yes, I'm
I'm still waiting on you yes, I'm
I'm still waiting on you yes, I'm
I'm still waiting on you, you, you
Taking it back just like that

I'm still waiting on you niggas to inspire me
Lately, I've been feeling like retiring
You BS'ing
I take a pull from the Romeo y Julieta
Like if niggas ain't leveling, hiring, UPS is
I'm challenging y'all niggas to
Move the needle
If not, fuck it, I made enough
It's cool with me though
The quickest way to have
Your pimping in doubt
Is to let the hibachi chef throw
A shrimp in yo' mouth
That's a flag like it's crips in the house
Fag like a dick in the spout


Past life itchin' just to come out
All of y'all just be telling them lies
Most exciting thing y'all can do is
Jump out the closet yelling "Surprise!"
I'm a product of Funkadelic and Parliament
I blow the roof off and make all
You chicks suck my doggy dick
I give you niggas a Mardi Gras
Full of martyrs to party with it's apparent
I slaughter you and your guardian
So tell your muscle I make
A doctor open him up
And button him looking like a
Skeleton wearing a Cardigan
Now, who the fuck want it? Now of
You who got the back of
Who the fuck want it, bro? I got the scolio
Y'all niggas be wanting too much dough
Slow your roll
I don't know how much I'll loan ya
I'm not OVO woah, for those who try to
Live the rough life
Pistol through your clothes
Slugs ripping through your cashmere
Give a nigga a buck 50 like I'm the cashier
Leave us left for the beef
Resting in peace, you tough, right?
I'll punch a nigga to Timbuktu i got a drum
I'll front a nigga ten bucks too
The outcome of playing big bank
To little bank with me
Will prolly be a hundred thousand
In ten bucks too
Uh, y'all lonely savage on the mollies
Acting like your life is violent
I'm catapulting bodies
Catching 'em like a virus
Try to violate me, my ETA is a major scene
And it will be the day
It will be the GTA "wasted" screen

I'm still waiting on you yes, I'm
I'm still waiting on you yes, I'm
I'm still waiting on you yes, I'm
I'm still waiting on you, you, you
Taking it back just like that

I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these award shows was never rich
But dropping gems to poor souls
Tap a super model
She bound to need Morse code
Screaming with my head in her box
It ain't a Vogue pose
God's favorite, a public enemy
Love my women in all flavors
If I made it, we all made it
'Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck 'em
But I'm just me
I never claim to be the toughest
Ain't gotta tell fake dope stories
For you to love 'em
Blood rushing like when a Russian
Is hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me
Call me crack baby
Tell 'em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain't for the monkey shit
Shooters with banana clips, dumping 'em
Catching 'em slipping and peel 'em up
At the family function and
Tell me who I'm up against, I run this shit
Nigga, the only thing could kill a
Legend is a double dish
Ride on 'em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in
This bitch just like a foreigner
Pay no mind, it's no biggy
But shit I'm warning ya
The way I ball gon' make a nigga cornier
Tell the coroners "come", baby
There's been a murder
Never was underrated, nigga, I'm unheard of
You outta line like you ain't
Got a lotta drive fuck around and clash with
Some niggas you idolized
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of pride
Got my mama's eyes
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized
Where I lie confined as I watch my demons
Ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak
I put faith is this lady marmalade
I just sign on the dotted line
It's for rappers who look
Like they get sodomized, you outta time

Just like that, that, that, that that

I'm poisonous pesticide, extra wide nostrils
Hostile infects aside
It's the chainsaw massacre
Texas side in a Lexus fried doing donuts
As if I grabbed the coffee
With it for breakfast
This shit I write it make you ball
Up your fist to fight and
Take off on a nigga
Make him think he missed a flight
So you shouldn't ignore me then
I can trade lines with Scorpion
Or pretend I'm not Kevorkian
Just his dorky twin
And I ain't got a lock when
I'm sticking the door key in
Cause I got this in the
Bag like apartment 4B when
Jigga was a hustler who later wrote
About it on the intro
To In My Lifetime, and you's a customer
Not accustomed to how I'm on
The cusp of greatness
And at the top of the food chain
I could hump the waitress and
How you do these dishes? I'm truly vicious
I know you wish my life sucked
And Death blew me kisses
But I'm extra closer to the Testarossa
The best, supposed to make you sick to your
Stomach till you possess an ulcer
You know my reputation
Who in yo' camp wanna step to Jason?
A sick disease that cut into you
Like six degrees of separation
You'll find it's more lines in this
Rhyme than a brick of ki's
That any crime unit would be quick to seize
From some high rollers who
Are thick as thieves
Who love the top dog and
How he flick his fleas
And I could give you food
For thought before fricassee's
Or I can just rub you
Out like two crickets' knees
They rather see me chatching murder charges
'stead of Jamaica at the SPA
On my third massage
Living the life that's in need of a narration
Give me the spotlight
You can keep the interrogation
At the sheriff station
And I swear if you tryna play the don
Think before you dive in murky
Waters with a megalodon