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I see you sitting on the top, in your better phase Say, how it feel it feel to be the best and the most paid? How it feel to be the most praised? Known to blow the most Haze Known to have chicks who go both ways and still down to blow J Remember from rags to riches, being mad at bitches Screaming "Fuck love" cause you was always mad at bitches When getting money was the fucking motto From the place they put potatoes on their nozzles just to silence hollows Shit, you probably went passed that, Probably still chiefing blunts As a matter of fact, you probably don't even pass that You probably in the back of a black bach splitting down the dutch With a dime chick in the tail flap, but her head is up I see where the hoes at, but where the bros at? Hey call Shane and pals, Hey where's your Iphone 44 at? Or did you end up like most cats who split a lot of cheese together? The more cheddar, the more better, Ya'll won't be friends forever And I know it's probably killing you softly, pardon me Thinking you can handle all of your problems costly No matter what the cost be, you're quick to try and buy it off Everything is win-win, you know you can't afford a loss But blowing up was always the main dream So I can't get mad if you're flowing in the mainstream But you knew from now that it'll be this hard Shit, you learned to trick broads when your dick got hard And if you can do that, ain't shit should be stopping you SongtexteAnything is possible and any obstacle should be hoppable And now you living where it's tropical, you got the most shade A letter to my future, Sincerely, your broke days Mother fuck them broke days Most praise to the mother fucker most paid Mother fucker, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania