Текст песни Pyrex Picasso (feat. Rick Hyde & Conway the Machine) - Benny The Butcher feat. Rick Hyde & Conway the Machine
Time
to
get
my
hands
dirty
again
I
made
my
first
few
thousand
on
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
(hahaha)
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
homies
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
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