Pyrex Picasso

[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 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

[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, nigga, 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 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)

[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