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amber cimone - room full of rappers lyrics

[intro]
in a room full of rappers
i’m in a room full of rappers
i’m in a room full of rappers
in a room full of rappers
i’m in a room full of rappers
in a room full of rappers
i’m in a room full of rappers
i’m in a room full of rappers

[verse 1]
i’m in a room full of rappers
now one of ’em dance all day
and one’s an actor
the next pay for soundcloud plays
he’s not a factor
but dude at the end has no p-ssion
just do it for the green, like a tractor
this young, black, five feet queen back to act up
i chuck up the deuces if you fake
chuck, no converse
the rapper sittin’ next to me can’t even write a verse
so the rapper sittin’ next to him, i guess i’ll call him casper
this is not my generation, this is far from hateration
excuse my stereo type, can’t tell ’em apart like they asians
my stereo asked “is this one long song that you playin’?”
i said, nah man, it’s just your typical hip-hop station in a room full of rappers

[hook]
starvin’ artists got a full plate
i’m in a room full of rappers
but stay hungry, have plenty faith
i’m in a room full of rappers
your respect is worth more than fame
(i’m in a room full of rappers)
f-ck the fame, f-ck the fame
everything in my name
(i’m in a room full of rappers)
yes i love this music
this music don’t love me back
(in a room full of rappers)
i pour my heart into these messages
it text me “k” back
(i’m in a room full of rappers)
bet if i show some -ss & cleavage
rode a wave like sea men
(i’m in a room full of rappers)
maybe i’ll c-m up like s-m-n
it’s so hard as you can see, man

[verse 2]
i pull up, and then post up at a local open mic show
should’ve never showed up, they said “show’s up”
i walk in, it’s over
the people that showed up only showed up
for one person, then bounced
i seen tumbleweed, it was dry as h-ll
like fabric softener, i bounce’d
i’m so sick of this sh-t (sick of this sh-t)
this music scene is selfish as sh-t
and artists, we gettin’ exploited
pay for beats, studio time, and then they tell us to
pay for promotion, and then pay for dj plays
then pay for a cosigner, and pay to get paid
now i know it takes money to make money
but how far y’all really think we can stretch money?
do you got a money tree where i can fetch money?
i got bills due–baby gotta have lunch money
i invest in my craft, y’all just rap about the cheese
i try to support my people, but they treat me like third string
meanwhile, the people that you play still got tags on they beats
(what else?)
they songs ain’t got no mixing, but they 50 people deep (d-mn)
they know the hottest dj, get they music played for free
but i’m the best rapper in the room and don’t n-body even know me in a room full of rappers

- amber cimone lyrics

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