[Verse]
(As above, so below)
That's how pessimism get
You lose and then you win and then you lose it all again
Don't have a lot of friends but n***as know that I'm the man
Could never love the feds, I can't get locked inside the can
Could never get caught slipping, keep a Glock inside the pants
Or sometimes just a knife, man, I don't know, it just depends
You can't fuck with me, bitch, I got the world inside my hands
I know this n***a hurtin', got his bitch all in my plans
And if you do me dirty best forget that I exist
I been through it too many times, got no time for a trick
It's way too many trappers that ain't never seen a brick
I see you down the street, you think you fuckin' slick
I got the drop on him, we slidin' off a whim
And we don't ever miss, but if we do, we slide again
I ran up on these n***as, they said that they don't know him
They said that they don't know him
(As above, so below)
No, I'm not your fuckin' mans
Wish a n***a catch me, if he can
I make oppositions shit they pants
You make propositions to the feds
I don't deal with beef, that shit is dead
I just put some money on your head
I don't wanna fight, no, none of that
Run up on me, you ain't running back
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