So Strategic

Trypps Beatz Production
Right though, you know what I'm saying?
Huh, "Stabbed & Shot"
38 Spesh, Benny The Butcher
Let's go, ayo

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
He said he don't feel guilt
It's easier to sleep on designer sheets that's real silk
I wish that I could take it back and, this ain't just rapping
This the problems I encountered just to make it happen

Yo, it's so strategic, I made all my soldiers stay close with Ninas
Camino got knocked in a low with a loaded heater
'Cause moving around without 'em is something we don't believe in
Go to squeezing, everybody got fire, ain't no anemics
With no father figures, I.Q. like Harvard niggas
Treat the spot like a parking meter and put quarters in it
You know your whole team could suffer for your wrong decision
Uh, that five bands a week just my cost of living
These hoes know about me, you can ask what I'm about
She drove packs on the route, or I trapped out her house
In a room full of money, I feel trapped when I count
I let my bitch swipe my card to the maximum amount, uh
All this speaking like ya'll bosses, really, are you eating?
Me and my daughter in Daytona, we enjoying beaches
Y'all out here flossing, taking losses, and employing leeches
Flea play the corner in New York like he Janoris Jenkins
Invested in lawyers, about to collect me a fortune
Enough bread, you gotta move outta town just to enjoy it
And I wish that I could take it back, this ain't just rapping
This the problems I encountered just to make it happen, ah!



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Writer(s): Jeremie Pennick, Justin Christopher Harrell
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