[Intro: 38 Spesh]
Trypps Beatz Production
Right though, you know what I’m saying?
Huh, "Stabbed & Shot"
38 Spesh, Benny The Butcher
Let’s go, ayo
[Verse 1: 38 Spesh & Benny The Butcher]
So strategic, picked all the people I chose to eat with
I know they needed motivation, so I chose to be it, huh
Now a hater is some shit that I don't agree with
When a business transaction is made, I oversee it, huh
Now Lord knows how we rose from the cement
You can make a couple mistakes, just don't repeat it
I'm still cool with my old bitch, she know some secrets
Road trips with four bricks in an old Prius
Gotta think rich and grow rich or you won't achieve it
Used to ride in an old whip, that overheated
My man ran off with some work, I know what greed is
But you know what happen to a goldfish when you overfeed it
Huh, that's how you get killed
I deaded my plug, ran into him a year later, and we still chilled
He said Spesh, "you coulda had a mil' bill"
Now you down and I'm up, ain't crying over spilled milk
Huh, he said he don't feel guilt
It's easier to sleep on designer sheets that's real silk (Uh-huh)
I wish that I could take it back and, this ain't just rapping (That’s real shit)
This the problems I encountered just to make it happen
Trypps Beatz Production
Right though, you know what I’m saying?
Huh, "Stabbed & Shot"
38 Spesh, Benny The Butcher
Let’s go, ayo
[Verse 1: 38 Spesh & Benny The Butcher]
So strategic, picked all the people I chose to eat with
I know they needed motivation, so I chose to be it, huh
Now a hater is some shit that I don't agree with
When a business transaction is made, I oversee it, huh
Now Lord knows how we rose from the cement
You can make a couple mistakes, just don't repeat it
I'm still cool with my old bitch, she know some secrets
Road trips with four bricks in an old Prius
Gotta think rich and grow rich or you won't achieve it
Used to ride in an old whip, that overheated
My man ran off with some work, I know what greed is
But you know what happen to a goldfish when you overfeed it
Huh, that's how you get killed
I deaded my plug, ran into him a year later, and we still chilled
He said Spesh, "you coulda had a mil' bill"
Now you down and I'm up, ain't crying over spilled milk
Huh, he said he don't feel guilt
It's easier to sleep on designer sheets that's real silk (Uh-huh)
I wish that I could take it back and, this ain't just rapping (That’s real shit)
This the problems I encountered just to make it happen
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