Lyrics

[Verse 1] Back to the streets, take a trip down memory lane Tryna retrace the steps I placed in this game This is it, my final taste, it'll never be the same So I'm heading to the city, breaking heavy on a train Nautica jacket, cap [?] look in my eye Sixteen, all drugged up, ready to die With my marker loaded to the felt, I'mma keep repping well Putting tags everywhere, "Phrase", what the letters spell Hell, every youngster just wanna be known I met a kid who knew a king, took me to the throne So he took me up to Izzet Street, that's where the wizards meet Obese Records, the home of the visionaries [Chorus] Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away And in return, this the thanks I get It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect, yeah Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away And in return, this the thanks I get It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect [Verse 2] I took a deep breath and walked in the shop Felt my body shut down and my heart just drop And I stood there silent, not saying a thing Captivated by the palace and the ways of a king Looking back now, I must've seemed so young And [?] Bias-B and [?] Standing in the presence of some legends I gotta mention Honestly, the impact they had was astronomical With their blessings, I would tackle any obstacle A battle came around, and I'm fiending a fight Revolver come one, soon become my meaning of life And I was nervous, so I skill-checked to check if I'm tight [?] listened to and said I'm ready to go So with that, I take the stage and start ripping a flow But I fucked up, choked, couldn't finish the verse And the crowd murdered my spirit, and the stairs were a hearse On the way down, Bias-B dropped me some knowledge Told me hip-hop was a school, and the scene was a college Don't stress it, next year and to come back around I could study up and take another test for the crown, uh [Chorus] Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away And in return, this the thanks I get It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect, yeah Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away And in return, this the thanks I get It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect [Verse 3] (Back to the street) Revolver come to, sixty-odd emcees And I made the top twelve in that six-month spree Got my first spotting out for fame A little, but all the same I finally felt I was climbing a ladder And my contribution to the scene finally matters So I signed a dotted line, and bang, all of it shatters In a matter of minutes, people start breaking me down Saying I'm major label trash, and ain't backing me now What? It's wack to go and give a mixtape for free Nah, fuck it, this ain't a diss track, it's just history You say you're sick of the scene, well I'm sick of it too But blame yourself, not me, 'cos I'm a product of you [Chorus] Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away And in return, this the thanks I get It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect, yeah Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away And in return, this the thanks I get It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect [Outro] Big shouts to the pioneers You know who you are (Back to the street)