Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine and Rick Hyde - Pyrex Picasso

Time to get my hands dirty again

I made my first few thousand by accident
I swear you don't even know the half of it
Never would have 'magined I'd be passionate
And the plug always know I'm coming back again
Getting money all day until the night fall
I remember Mama couldn't keep the lights on
Now my diamonds shine brighter with the lights off
Black Soprano Family, we ain't nothing like y'all

Yo
Young nigga got rich, fresh out the projects
Went I put up a Picasso inside a Pyrex
You want this kind of respect, but you ain't hot yet
First, you gotta progress and keep the secrets that I kept
The streets took my kin from me, feeling like I'm a Kennedy
Sentenced me to a trilogy but came home with my dignity
The traps I had had the agents and the bureaus workin'
They tried to get in my brain just like a neurosurgeon
I'm what they mean when they say the world ain't perfect
Enough cash to my bitch and your girl a Birkin
You bring her 'round me then your girl get purchased
I'ma pull my dick out and fuck the world on purpose
The highs always balance out the lows
When you catch 'em by the hole
And your talent pullin' racks up out a bowl
For my niggas that's bitten with ten calendars to go
Who buried a quarter-million, and a ratchet in the hole, ah

I made my first few thousand by accident
I swear you don't even know the half of it
Never would have 'magined I'd be passionate
And the plug always know I'm coming back again
Getting money all day until the night fall
I remember Mama couldn't keep the lights on
Now my diamonds shine brighter with the lights off
Black Soprano Family, we ain't nothing like y'all

I'm from Buffalo the home of the drive-by's
Out of fiend rentals, shots from the .45 fly (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Geiger 002s tie-dye
Throw you off the top of your project, nigga, skydive
Virgil Off White, zip tie's fly
Whip it, sit it on that newspaper, let that pie dry (let that dry)
You see that G Wagen fly by
I drop my shit, rappers gotta respect the pressure that I buy
Bag for bag, boy, it's not even fair
Closet full of kicks at least two thousand a pair
I took a trip to Vegas, got a hundred thousand to spare
Suite at the ARIA smellin' like Gelatti in there, yeah (talk to 'em)
I got shot in my top but I kept it movin'
Some niggas got clipped for it, that was my retribution (oh, well)
I was just in Houston, Tesla cruisin'
Two homis on this TEC I'm usin' (boom, boom, boom, boom)

I made my first few thousand by accident
I swear you don't even know the half of it
Never would have 'magined I'd be passionate
And the plug always know I'm coming back again
Getting money all day until the night fall
I remember Mama couldn't keep the lights on
Now my diamonds shine brighter with the lights off
Black Soprano Family, we ain't nothing like y'all

I swear you don't even know the half of it
And the plug always know I'm coming back again

I swear you don't even know the half of it
And the plug always know I'm coming back again

Written by:
Demond Price, Jeremie Pennick, Darius Grayson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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