Ché Noir - Wash The Dishes lyrics
[Ché Noir - Wash The Dishes lyrics]
Uh huh 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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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