yeah 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 jhen 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 back when i was in the basement i would write until my hand hurt people telling me i ll never make it look at me now the plan worked 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  back when i was in the basement i would write until my hand hurt people telling me i ll never make it look at me now the plan worked