But you never know i could, be talking about a diffrent place,
Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face
- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head
Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead
I know you got my back in god we trust
Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent
So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
Like i showed you the puzzle with your piece in the wrong place
Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature
When i pull up at your place you know it's on for sure
Enough fakes!, i don't know where your headed to, but it aint in the right place/
These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case
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