Benny the Butcher, Rick Hyde, Conway The Machine - Pyrex Picasso lyrics

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 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)

Young nigga 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 bitch
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
Fuck 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 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 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

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, nigga
Skydive (Ha ha haha)
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 shit
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 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 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

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