[Verse 1: Virginia male MC, sharp and precise, hard dry kick] Back of Calloway's in Richmond where the steam don't ever quit Rubber apron, rubber gloves, I been the king of the dish pit Every plate that leaves the kitchen makes it back to me by ten With the napkin math still on it from the money-talkin' men Developers and lawyers in the corner booth by eight Drawin' maps across the linen, and the linen hits my plate They don't lower voices for the man who scrapes the bone They don't see me, so they say it, every parcel, every loan [Hook: Virginia male MC, full force, crisp snare] Everything comes back to me Every plate, every word, every fee You can eat in the front, talk loud, talk free But everything comes back to me [Verse 2: Virginia male MC, colder, heavy bass] Eleven years of scrubbin' and I never missed a night Every dollar in a coffee can, I kept the lid on tight Heard 'em say the ballpark goin' up on Broad and Belvidere So I bought an empty laundromat right across from there Then the dominoes kept fallin' like they told me that they would Every napkin in the dish pit paid me back the way it should Bought a duplex off of Hull Street with the money from the lot Never told a soul about it, never showed 'em what I got [Bridge: Virginia male MC, low, heavy bass] Laundromat to a parking deck, a duplex to a six Every deal they ever scraped was a lesson in the mix Never wore a suit, never sat up in the booth Never said a word, I just listened to the truth [Hook: Virginia male MC, full force, crisp snare] Everything comes back to me Every plate, every word, every fee You can eat in the front, talk loud, talk free But everything comes back to me [Verse 3: Virginia male MC, sharp and precise, hard dry kick, early hook entry on the last line] Then old man Calloway was sellin' and the lawyers came to bid Corner booth was full of suits that never noticed what I did Broker read the buyer's name and every lawyer turned around It's the boy who scraped their bones, the quietest in town First thing that I did, I gave the dish pit double pay Second thing, I took the corner booth and sat in it all day Now the suits still eat in front and they still talk too loud And I wash my own plate after, just to keep the kitchen proud [Final Hook: Virginia male MC, full force, crisp snare] Everything comes back to me Every plate, every word, every fee You can eat in the front, talk loud, talk free But everything comes back to me [End]
