Wash The Dishes (feat. Benny The Butcher)

Ahan Yo Look, yo 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 and 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, hmm 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 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 We wasn't used to havin' shit So them losses was consequential (that shit hurt) And until you go to trial The informence 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 Better than who, I style on these rappers' ego's (all these) These lil' niggas can't walk a mile in these Valentino's (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) In this shit, the labels know they gotta pay me more I'm independent, walkin' through them offices with eighty on, ah