Letra de Basement Freestyle

[Verse 1]
Yeah
One too many swag rappers
I ain't never 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 doin'
Yeah 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 screw face, yeah
Don't nobody want it with the pain game, no
They ain't have a damn thing sold 'til they got
Then I hate GoPro's 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 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

[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 I hear is a disaster
We all need a new chapter
I'm coming for the whole regime
I'm an inglorious bastard
Riding down saggin' all saggin' draws on the way to max bar
All I heard was candy wrapping ain't nobody eating, ain't nobody rapping 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
I was 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 had a key
They get no love, they get on stage, think they showin' us
Spent a year out in Arizona
Booked in New York, I get flown up
Dropped a bomb, poof, I done blown up
Woo
Head getting big, nah, I was on deck with it back then
Boy I give 'em nothing 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, the way down

[Chorus/Outro]
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