Daniel Brockwell - Dealer's Cards lyrics

[Hook: Daniel Brockwell] I ain't gonna wait, got no fate to date Man I hunger for the world to appreciate These rhymes that I'm spitting like a dealer's cards So could you stand right up, and get off your a** This food ain't gonna pay itself So chuck those sh**ty Wayne records off the shelf Won't sell my name for a couple of bucks Flashing me a few dollars; I don't give two f**s [Verse 1: 3ly] Sitting here in the studio got writers block It's tick tock on the clock Real talk, real sh** Homicidal misfit Minds twisted yet simplistic Pessimistic better give him his biscuit on christmas Because he's eating you up, it's on his wish list Intricate lyricist Displays blank innocence I'm an excuse of a human being It's something I'm guaranteeing on you agreeing Ruin businesses what year is this f** stealing peoples lines, I take this sh** serious Girls I count them like myriads Mad at me you're on your period Why? Theres 3 lies Like 3ly Not rapping Not fapping Girls I'm not tapping And I put it in the back and I [Hook] [Verse 2: 3ly] I've got nothing to my name, no money, superstardom Or no fame, yet these rapper know I'm on top of my game I'm dope, I'm great, wanna bet let's go back to October 28 We won't go back there, it's cla**ified as rape Your girl is exuberant, take care of her with no lubricant I never said s**, you're just a**uming it Name a beat that I can't murk I'll leave you sweating Like Earl's shirt You creepy motherf**er like Herbert Take the 'E.R.T' of the end, I smoke that Most of these cats, don't know how to chase the rats But that ain't my beef, prefer to go ham with some lettuce and cheese These rapper's so cut they be surfing the reef Stop trying to be deep, let's see if Brockwell can handle the heat