Supastition - Da Waiting Period lyrics

Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting
I'm just passing time
Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting
I'm just passing time
Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting
I'm just passing time

But is that too much to ask?
I wanna be the man who touch the cash
I sent my tape off and two months have passed
And I ain't heard a word
From y'all frontin ass you laugh
What I wanna know was
When am I gon make records like y'all?
Better yet
When am I gon get respected like y'all?
I rap in an environment where
I'm expected to fall i send 20 demos out and
Never receive one call
And you got the gall to ask me
For a little bit of my paper
I'm sticking with rap like I
Wrote rhymes on fly paper
While the A&R sit back in his office space
My tape go in the trash with
A big smile across his face
See, when you're broke
You gotta do it for the love of it
Niggas ain't gon buy your joint
They gon make a dub of it
So why would I waste my time
Saying I rap for y'all after all I'm black
So, it's either rap or basketball
And I ain't got enough skills to hit the NBA
And anyway
Around my block it's hard cuz too many play
But anyday now, I know I hustle women
When I get the long-awaited call
From Mr russell Simmons maybe then
In my two eyes you might see a tear
When he tell me
That I'm gon do my album with Premier
Shh, don't let me wake-up
I know I won't get none of that
The day I do
The day you see a one legged running back
But coming back to what I was saying before
You heard a million sob stories
But, I got a million more
Used to try to make beats
Stopping the bars in the tapes
But all I want is my record
Beside yours in the crates

All my peoples like, "Yo
You sound phat on the track"
But, I can't make a living off
That little pat on the back
See everybody wanna rhyme
And everyone that rhyme is selfish
Intimidated don't wanna support
Nobody else shit but when you get recorded
You think I'm gon support it?
I'mma look you dead in your
Face and be like, "man, i can't afford it"
How can I have sex? Women won't
Let me get a feel lookin at me like
"This nigga still try'na get a record deal?"
One day I be on and I get rid of my Neon
With the same chick
Picking up every single that we on
So every night
I'm calling from Carolina to Michigan
Sayin I'm givin up rap
Cuz ain't nobody listening
7 Years of Bad Luck
I been jerked with 2 deals
I better switch it up and dye
My hair blonde like Dru Hill
Or dress up in a leather suit
And y'all would buy it
But, I swear Kelly Price will go on
A diet before I try it
I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
Disgusted why don't you give me your deal?
You ain't doin it no justice
I wanna live illustrious
But, I'm living a lie
So while you're writing raps to get paid
I'm barely getting by
I sit and try to think of future dreams
And try to make the best of nothin
My life's about to blow
Somebody must've pressed the button
I gotta bounce for now, what a way to end off
And plus, I got 25 more tapes to send off

Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting
I'm just passing time
Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting
I'm just passing time
Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting
I'm just passing time
Cuz I'm just waiting, I'm just waiting
I'm just passing time