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