Jache - This Is He

Hello?
Yeah, is this Jache?
Yeah, this is He
This is who?
This is me
This is you
This is what you're gonna do
When I pull up on your drive
And I got that look up in my eyes
And if you wonder why I'm white
I'm just a rapper in disguise
Better put your hands up to the sky
I'm coming back with a vengeance, hi
My name is Jache
Have we met?
I'm better than I've ever been
This only record three
But I'm feelin' like a veteran
I'll never make a bet again
I'm paying off my debt to them
I'll never fall behind
I'ma only stay ahead of them
I rock a white tee like I'm boolin' in the eighties
Push my mind to the limit like I'm in the Navy
Head is on a swivel, trying to keep from going crazy
Listening to Em actin' like that isn't what made me
Wallet in my pocket talkin' like he really stavin'
Hungry for the money we ain't really trying to bargain
I just want a Rolls Royce
And a pair of Jordan's
I ain't satisfied until I'm selling out the garden
Hey
I've been down this road
Don't know where to go
I've been falling down
Trying to make it out
I don't think I can
I still gotta try
Grind until I die
Here we go
Okay my verses wild because I'm versatile
I been laughing at you clowns, so it hurts to smile
Your music sounding like a bunch of words compiled
If you're calling up the game, I'll be the first to dial
Like please let me talk to the man in charge
I got a list of demands and I'ma make it short
Man I been spending all day jotting down these bars
And I'm seeing all these rappers with expensive cars
And I'm wondering man like just how come
I ain't even seen a penny from the work that I've done?
Everybody tell me go and get a stable income
But this the only thing I'm good at man I'm ready to run (oh yeah)
I feel so down to earth
That I'm eating dirt with the worms
But I'm the early bird so I guess I better get to work
Feelin' like I'm Bezos
Tryna get these Pesos
All about the money, homie
Tell me how your day goes
Hey
I've been down this road (here we go)
Don't know where to go (not a clue)
I've been falling down (oh no)
Trying to make it out (I ain't making it)
I don't think I can (can I do it? Can I do it?)
I still gotta try (you know)
Grind until I die (till I die man c'mon)
Here we go
They'll be throwing dirt on my name
Until there's dirt on my grave
They don't seem to appreciate
This road I'ma pave
I'm not about to give up
I'ma go till I'm paid
I'm trying to make it all work out
In such a wonderful way
Bad habits? I'm breaking it
Got a chance and I'm taking it
Hope that I ain't mistaken if
I'm still banking on making it
Got a lot on my plate
And I got a lot at the stake
But that don't begin to take away from what I've already made
Spitting the facts
Spending the racks
Hitting a lick and I'm getting 'em back
Feeling attacked
Hit 'em with that
One and the two, when I hop on a track
Woah, aye
Take it slow, aye
Sike bro, I'm about to go aye (kill it now)
Coming up right out from under the ground
And apparently nobody wanna be found
I been takin' a minute, I'm ready to drop
By the way that I'm climbing I'll get to the top
Of Kilimanjaro
I'll kill 'em tomorrow
I got a feelin' they ready more
I'm getting better than ever before
But nobody know what I got in the store

Written by:
Jace Widman

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find