Oh, Deer

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 ambitious

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 black 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?

Call 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

Anything 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