[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 n***as 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 n***a, now that's what I call ambition
Stay away from lazy n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as too
The Butcher comin', n***a
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 n***as rats)
Uh, brought back the '80s, n***a
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' n***as 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', n***a)
I could've claimed king back in 2016 (Yeah)
Your catalog can't fuck with my last twenty sixteens (N***a)
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 n***as 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