Lyrics: Nate Sib
Music: Kim J
Racks in the basement
Scripts in the basement, you know I'ma face it
I'll keep being patient, I'll just be here waiting until I'm famous
LA white hoes in the backseat, blasting
Through the speakerphone, we got money if you asking
We don't like your jokes, wipe his nose if he acting
Uh, caught him lacking, .44 pistol-packing (Yeah)
I feel fantastic, speeding through traffic like I'm TD playing Madden
Knock him out, he like "What happened?"
Speaking in past tense, he ain't know what happened
Fasten your seatbelt, it's 'bout to get lethal
I see you through the peephole, pierce you like a needle
Keep on talking trash, you just mad cause you can't have it
Keep on talking trash, I'ma put you in a casket
You just want the spotlight, yeah
You just want the high life, yeah
But I'ma make it my time, we shine, you sigh
I'ma make it my time, goodbye, good night
Lights off, shut it down, woah
Haters keep on crying, we be flying while they lying, yeah
Racks in the basement
Scripts in the basement, you know I'ma face it
I'll keep being patient, I'll just be here waiting, until I'm famous
LA white hoes in the backseat, blasting
Through the speakerphone, we got money if you asking
We don't like your jokes, wipe his nose if he acting
Uh, caught him lacking, .44 pistol packing (Yeah)
I feel fantastic, speeding through traffic like I'm TD playing Madden
Knock him out, he like "What happened?"
Speaking in past tense, he ain't know what happened
Fasten your seatbelt, it's 'bout to get lethal
I see you through the peephole, pierce you like a needle
Keep on talking trash, you just mad cause you can't have it
Keep on talking trash, I'ma put you in a casket