Can't Tell

I got a bag on me, why you tryna act like you can't knock him over
I got a chop on me, inside my blood, that's what you get for
I got 5 racks, they tryna play me I got 5 racks, they tryna hit me
I got 5 racks, they tryna blame me I keep 5 racks in 6 cans

5 racks in a safe I keep 5 acts in the place
I'm prepared for it all to hit I'm prepared to shut on my way
Make sure one day I'll do the race Make sure one day I keep a back
Make sure one day I keep a stack No niggas don't wanna go way back for it

I get shot, get head on putt Silence may be a penalty