B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Pyrex Picasso lyrics

[Intro: Benny the Butcher] Time to get my hands dirty again [Chorus: Rick Hyde & Benny the Butcher] I made my first few thousand by accident I swear you don't even know the half of it Never would imagine 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) [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] Young ni**a got rich fresh out the projects (Fresh out the projects) When I put a Picasso inside a Pyrex (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' (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 buy my b*tch and your girl a Birkin (And your girl a Birkin) Bring her 'round me and your girl get purchased I'ma pull my dick out and fu*k the world on purpose The highs always balance out the lows When you catch 'em by the whole And your talent pullin' racks up out a bowl (Ah) For my ni**as that's bitten with ten calendars to go Who buried a quarter-million and a ratchet in the hole, ah [Chorus: Rick Hyde] I made my first few thousand by accident I swear you don't even know the half of it Never would imagine 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 [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] I'm from Buffalo, the home of the drive-bys 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, ni**a, skydive (Hahahaha) Virgil Off-White zips high 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 sh*t, rappers gotta respect the pressure that I apply 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 ni**as 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) [Chorus: Rick Hyde] I made my first few thousand by accident I swear you don't even know the half of it Never would imagine 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 [Outro] 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