[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse 1]

One too many swag rappers

I ain't ever been afraid to spit

I'm from the Midwest

Eminem, Big Sean, Royce, all Michigan raised

Everybody talk like they getting paid 'til they get paid

Everybody think they got what it take to make it

What they do a year, man, I did today

Stay away from me with the two-face

Y'all too late, y'all too fake

Moe-T know it's going down

When he chop it up and I make the screwface, yeah

Don't nobody want it with the pen game, no

They ain't have a damn thing sold

'Til they got Jhené Aiko clones on they hooks

If it's on the books, then I got it myself

I would like to thank God and myself

I would like to set the boys up for life

Ooh yeah, I'd be proud of myself

Handle my shit like a boss would

Had to gamble it away, get it all back

Now I really know I'm all good, yeah

[Chorus]

Back when I was in the basement

(Back then, back then)

I would write until my hand hurt

(Back then, back then)

People telling me I'll never make it

(Back then, back then)

Look at me now, the plan worked

[Verse 2]

All that I put in was that work

Nobody could tell what that worth

Ahead of my time, I'm before the period

Better know I got the last word

Shit out here is a disaster

We all need a new chapter

I'm coming for the whole regime, I'm an Inglorious Basterd

Riding down Saginaw, saggin' drawers on the way to Mac's Bar

All I heard is candy rappin'

Ain't nobody eatin', ain't nobody rappin' any bars

They would laugh at me 'cause I was white

They were in denial though

I would spit the acapella every night

It was undeniable

I was in my zone, I was in the lab

Hours on the craft, power in my hands

Never knew that it was in store for me

Check it out, now it's in the bag

Like a single man, I don't see no one

It was be the man or be no one

Lotta people said they had the key, they ain't have the key

They get no love, they get on stage, they get shown up

Spent a year out in Arizona

Booked in New York, I get flown up

Drop a bomb clue, I done blown up, woo

Head getting big now, I was on deck with it back then

Boy I give 'em nothin' but the hits now

We The Specktators, I'm the head coach

Getting nothing but commits now

Going way, way, way up

Maybe I'll see you on the way down, on the way down

[Chorus]

Back when I was in the basement

(Back then, back then)

I would write until my hand hurt

(Back then, back then)

People telling me I'll never make it

(Back then, back then)

Look at me now, the plan worked