Mr. Pyrex Man - Benny The Butcher

Ah

It really ain't shit to talk about

I do this shit for the streets

Straight like that though

Ah, it's like a breath of Fresh Ayr

Yo, I'm Mr. Pyrex Man

Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up

Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca (Huh?)

Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up

Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck

They think I'm good 'cause I'm up, well, in a nutshell

To labels, I'ma upsell street credit plus sells (Haha)

They say it's luck, well, I proved 'em wrong

A half a million bucks later, yup, still they’ll pray to see us fail (I know)

I'm really livin', crib way out the city limit

Bag the big up in eight balls, only take twenty minutes, uh

And niggas know my face card, run it up, I don't take long

Far as albums, I hate y'all's, my shit be really hittin' (Nigga)

Threw a duffle bag right to the plug like a shuffle pass

Impossible, I blew through obstacles niggas struggled past

Gave niggas game and they fumbled that, I come with that

Humble flex, this Cartier drippin', doin' jumpin' jacks (Ah)

Can't take niggas serious (Uh-huh), I pop big shit and get these rap niggas furious

My bitch be like, "Period"

Stones in the Cuban get cold as Lake Erie get (Huh?)

Weak advice from fuck niggas who ain't give me shit, uh (Ah)

Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up

Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca (Huh?)

Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up

Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck

What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely?

Never touched this kind of paper and secretly, you wanna be me (You don't know shit, nigga)

Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off a cheat sheet

Stacked a couple hundred neatly (hahahaha), my team goin' for a threepeat

I'm holy as the Vatican, I'm passionate

My hunger for drug money and ratchet shit just creep back sporadically (Ah)

Put a brick around me and that'll be assault and battery (What else?)

My city ain't seen this before me and won't after me (The Butcher comin')

The mail stacked up so I'm sittin' on checks

What we gon' spend it on next? Jewels drippin', on set (You see my shit)

I need a spot out in Florida where the Seminole's at

You know, Jacksonville to Tampa like I'm Leonard Fournette (My nigga)

I got love for my niggas, some anxious, and some patient

The patient ones up, the others just want cases (Damn)

Put my chain on the table and bitches start sunbathin'

When I dropped my last shit, niggas knew I was done playin', uh

Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up

Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca (Huh?)

Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up

Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck

What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely?

Never touched this kind of paper and secretly, you wanna be me

Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off a cheat sheet

Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team goin' for a threepeat

Ah, it's like a breath of Fresh Ayr