[Benny the Butcher] Time to get my hands dirty again
[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)
[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
[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
[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)
[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
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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