Wash The Dishes

[Intro: Ché Noir]

Uh-huh

Yo

Look, yo

[Verse 1: Ché Noir]

I'm in a boss position, I hustle to start a business

Came back to put on my day-one niggas who saw the vision

Give 'em a purpose, show 'em how to fill they palms with riches

Gettin' and keepin' money, we wasn't taught the difference

Every legend started from the bottom, Tony washed the dishes

Grind for your spot, my nigga, now that's what I call ambition

Stay away from lazy niggas with bums in they job description

Watch when you make it, they'll try to say it's your fault they didn't

I pour my heart out, my lyrics is like a straw to sip it

I dealt with snake-ass niggas who had the wrong intentions

I was lookin' for payback, I heard the cost expensivе

Them true colors they еxposed, I used to draw an image

I put emotions to the side, this type of game is all logistics

To make it out where I come from, it's a small percentage

We all can get it, it's enough for us all to eat

If we run out of plates, after I eat, I'll wash the dishes

[Interlude: Benny the Butcher]

Ah, and that's real shit

You know, Ché, I been told you that these bitches can't fuck with you

Huh

A lot of these niggas too

The Butcher comin', nigga

Brrt, yeah, ah

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

We wasn't used to havin' shit, so them losses was consequential (That shit hurt)

And until you go to trial, the informants is confidential (Them niggas rats)

Uh, brought back the '80s, nigga

I'm from the days your mother ain't trust your friends

Except the ones that she babysitted (Yeah)

Better than who? I style on these rappers' egos (All these—)

These lil' niggas can't walk a mile in these Valentinos (Uh)

Jewels, here go another one, always respect the humble one

Rap and trap, I play Double Dutch, hustlin' just made me troublesome (The Butcher comin', nigga)

I could've claimed king back in 2016 (Yeah)

Your catalog can't fuck with my last twenty sixteens (Nigga)

You can't divide us and conquer (Uh-uh), or buy this nostalgia (Nah)

They rank me high as the bosses, I inspired the genre (That's me)

Uh, then put my crew on, we done weathered a few storms (A few of 'em)

Grown niggas complainin' about what you ain't do for 'em (That's ho shit)

And this year, the labels know they gotta pay me more

I'm independent, walkin' through them offices with eighty on, ah