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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 Letras de cancionesA 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 From Letras Mania