Still Waiting Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[Chorus] 

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 

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[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] 

I'm still waiting on you niggas to inspire me 

Lately, I've been feeling like retiring, UBSing 

I take a pull from the Romeo y Julieta 

Like if niggas ain't leveling, hiring, UPSes 

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 [?] 

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 

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[Chorus] 

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 

[Verse 2: Nick Grant] 

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 [?] in morse codes 

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 I rush in, it's 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 corner ya 

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 mama lie 

I just sign on the dotted line 

It's for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta time 

[Chorus] 

Just like that, that, that, that 

That 

[Verse 3: ElZhi] 

I'm poisonous pesticide, extra wide nostrils 

Hostile infects aside, it's the chainsaw massacre 

Texas side in a Lexus fried doing donots 

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 in the spot 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