[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