Pyrex & Prayers Lyrics – Benny the Butcher | Ashes In The Safe

Read the full Pyrex & Prayers lyrics by Benny the Butcher, Fuego Base and Black Soprano Family from the album Ashes In The Safe along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Benny The Butcher’s music, you can also explore Like It Is and Rev X, two other songs by Benny The Butcher.

[Verse 1: Fuego Base]
Uh (These are the real Sopranos)
Uh, uh
Uh

[Verse 1: Fuego Base]
The interior all beige and leather (Uh-huh)
I’m from the P’s, the bond different when your family smoke ‘caine together (Damn)
This type of dope make the Feds junkies
And not long ago, I was buying burger trays from my man Bunky (Uh)
Them detectives in that van want me
It’s not only cops, S&M b!tches tryna handcuff me
Do it all, I still knew I’d survive (Uh-huh)
S*it, a n!gga did a whole bunch of time before I knew how to drive, uh (Damn)
Cocainе, Pyrex, confiscate onions (We took it)
Thеse shoes can only come from rattlesnake hunting (Uh)
I just caught a rapper tricking on a skank garments (Uh)
He got an album on the shelf and they can’t drop it (Damn)
My piece just lighting up like a stray comet (Hahaha)
And the seats alpaca like Frank cop ut (Uh)
These n!ggas’ stories all lame and fable (Uh-huh)
I can really make it stretch like athletes on the training table

[Chorus: Fuego Base]
I’ma make the world pay for all them cold nights
Life savings on the stove, I hope this goes right
I hope this goes right, my life savings on the stove, I hope this goes right
I’ma make the world pay for all them cold nights
Life savings on the stove, I hope this goes right
I hope this goes right, life savings on the stove, I hope this goes right

[Verse 2: Fuego Base]
Fathead picking too-hard scabs (Uh-huh)
And there’s enough white girl in this room to make Omar mad (Hahaha)
Fu*k a rapper, to a plug, compare me
Shawty get high now and she was a fairy
Stove in my room at this hotel

Every penny to my name is in this pot, it gotta go well (Damn)
I heard my nephew in my old cell
He know it’s my name carved into the bunk from back in ‘012 (Uh)
I’m old-school, knocked Anita Baker (Uh-huh)
My chef got shot in the wrist, he can’t cook, now I need a baker (Damn)
A thousand in eight grams is what the tweaker save him (Uh)
My lick that smell like last week said he need a favor (Hahaha)
When your nightmares fade you spend nights stressing
You can probably care less if Kobe wife pregnant (Base)

[Chorus: Fuego Base]
I’ma make the world pay for all them cold nights (Uh)
Life savings on the stove, I hope this goes right (Damn)
I hope this goes right, my life savings on the stove, I hope this goes right
I’ma make the world pay for all them cold nights (Uh)
Life savings on the stove, I hope this goes right (Uh)
I hope this goes right (Uh), life savings on the stove, I hope this goes right