[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
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
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