MadReal - Basement Freestyle lyrics

[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 till 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 sh** like a boss would Had to gamble it away, get it all back now I really know I'm all good [Hook] 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 sh** I hear is a disaster We all need a new chapter I'm coming for the whole regime I'm an inglorious ba*tard 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 [Hook/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