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See it's a dog eat dog world
You gotta watch over your shoulders
Snakes slither through your grass
Keep your land cut lower
A lot of pots, a lot of pans
The kitchen brought a lot of odors
Smoke and mirrors, it ain’t always what it seem
Burnin' these Franklins, got 'em turnin’ over

Never trust in no one
Only thing I trust in is my motherfuckin' gun
Make 'em feel the Wraith, they shouldn't've let me ride these stars
Take up double space when I pull up in foreign cars
Got 'em boxed in, I got 'em all stuck in a finger fold

I will not stop, I want that oversea residual
Nigga break our limbs just to be on top like mistletoes
Mama said beware of friends but keep your enemies the close
Son or daughter, never say they father went out like a bitch
Want to live like Paid N Full, but look how Rico did to Mitch
Keep 'em in your business to a certain extent
I’m just tryna push the ball while they just tryna send a blitz

See it’s a dog eat dog world
You gotta watch over your shoulders
Snakes slither through your grass
Keep your land cut lower
A lot of pots, a lot of pans

The kitchen brought a lot of odors
Smoke and mirrors, it ain't always what it seem
Burnin’ these Franklins, got 'em turnin' over

Root of all evil, chase the American Dream
Started with a half and got a whole thing
Got put on by his man, gave him a couple fiends
Got comfortable with the fiends and started doin' clean
When that bag got low, blow made him wanna scheme
Tried to put a hit on karma but karma went and froze the scene
Now I got the juice and I can’t let these niggas bitch to me
Drunk off love but he ain't know our real history
Dancin' with the devil, it was all just an epiphany
Gotta be careful with these bitches and they tendency

Know they all plottin', I can't let these bitches gimmick me
Now it's free smoke like it's hickory

See it's a dog eat dog world
You gotta watch over your shoulders
Snakes slither through your grass
Keep your land cut lower
A lot of pots, a lot of pans
The kitchen brought a lot of odors
Smoke and mirrors, it ain't always what it seem
Burnin' these Franklins, got 'em turnin' over

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