[Intro: Andrea Storm Kaden]
From the bottom, I've climbed
Didn't come for the view
'Cause once you go high enough
All of their eyes are on you
See how blinding their lights
The stage has been set
Now run a few lines, break a few legs

[Verse 1: JT Music]
If no one's rolling on action, I'll steal this show without askin'
And kill the role that I'm cast in
Once I've murdered this track to fill a whole other casket
Yes, I've been told I'm dramatic
I know that playin' the Joker can take a toll, but I mask it
So I don't have to explain why I'm at this funeral laughin'
If you thought my case had closеd, I just reopened thе basket
The curtain is calling, I gotta cut the theatrics
I'm about to get method, I'll shed my blood and my sweat for this
When the credits have ended, Samuel L. Jackson ain't after it
All you got is this shot, snap like a photo, and capture it
My shit has been blowing up ever since it's inception
Like if Michael Bay wrote it, but they got Nolan directin' it
Check my drip, it's so icy that I'd be cold in a jacket
The kind of midlife crisis millennials will be havin' (Woo!)
Rags to riches is my path, and I'm mappin' it
In fact, I'm autobiographically rappin' it
This is a powerful position, no cappin'
No rigged election happenin', yet I'm practically president
Can't even count the scandals stacked in my cabinet
There's a crack in my Watergate, but like Nixon, I'm tappin' it
It's so bad that the Clinton family is raisin' a glass to it
Ask Lewinsky if Hillary had a hand in the evidence
What happens in Vegas won't stay under wraps
To say the saint's the same as a sinner all printer, no facts
So if your slate is still blank, let's make an absolute mess of it
Bob Ross on the canvas, I'll paint the happiest accidents
[Chorus: JT Music & Andrea Storm Kaden, JT Music]
Get the fuck out of my spotlight because I'm runnin' it all night
Now that the stage had been set
You know I'm gettin' in character
Then I'm breakin' some legs
Get the fuck out of my spotlight because I'm runnin' it all night
We got a hell of a show
You'd better get in your seats
We're going back to the Row (Let's go)

[Verse 2: Andrea Storm Kaden]
My gang would never question layin' their lives down
My family's so tight-knit, you might be raising an eyebrow
Destructive and decadent like we're made in a Hype House
But much unlike Bryce Hall, no one's takin' our lights out
This ain't a neighborhood where you wanna roam, and yet
You'll flaunt your whip up in here, cruisin' alone
I'll bet you won't be braggin' about Uberin' home
Just keep your toes on your turf
Which surely, soon I will own (Sorry)
I'm probably public enemy number one
But if I'm such a celebrity, that don't matter none
It's America, where your favorite influential idol
Might have "Offender" instead of anything good in their title
Ugh, you want attention? Sister, I'm snatchin' it
Got the eye of the tiger, I'll take your throne and I'll bask in it
If you threaten my family, me and my cats are not havin' it
Find a knife in your back, when I said that I was scratchin' it
I see your ego's the fragilest
Tell me, who's the more masculine?
Whip it out, and we'll measure it
Uh-oh, shit, I guess I'm going full Chad with it
If you bitches don't fuck with me then you must all be celibate
A fire under me has been lit
I'm igniting the Tinder, I'll never miss when I'm matchin' it
I don't mean to get physical, but this beat's got a slap to it
Treat your ass like an instrumental, I'll spit on and master it
[Chorus: JT Music & Andrea Storm Kaden, JT Music]
Get the fuck out of my spotlight because I'm runnin' it all night
Now that the stage had been set
You know I'm gettin' in character
Then I'm breakin' some legs
Get the fuck out of my spotlight because I'm runnin' it all night
We got a hell of a show
You'd better get in your seats
We're going back to the Row