Greed lyrics

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