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Beats by Choc I'm a black jack dealer Always got the advantage, I always count skrilla I ain't a killer, but you pushed me Like a butterfly, be a real cat'pillar My wings spread, I had beef, them things dead I'm obviously the better rapper, let's be friends And truth be told, could get ya killed by the week's end So shut the fuck up and pretend Pretend we in the same playin' field, it's catastrophic How you even mention my name, you so outta pocket Off topic, I got the optics I see through veils of fake tough and men who like gossip Stop it, you say you gon' pop, you won't pop shit That's why you ran to the internet Get up off my dick, pussy, mad 'cause I'm real and you can't spit Ain't a rapper-turned-target out there I couldn't hit I'm a black jack dealer Always got the advantage, I always count skrilla I ain't a killer, but you pushed me Like a butterfly, be a real cat'pillar Stuck at the Cosmopolitan with lotta sin Letras de cancionesAnd I never quit 'cause I gotta win They see that I'm young and with mo' money than obviously a lotta them Got 'em upset with they face stuffed, mo' collagen There ain't no infiltration in my conglomerate 'cause I keep that circle wound tight as a bobby pin That's ten that sit around table By the time you turn ten, nine of them down, fatal Gotta be your own hero, own support, only resort Get married to the money with no divorce Gotta be your own hero, own support, only resort 'cause motherfuckers quick to sell ya short, yeah I'm a black jack dealer Always got the advantage, I always count skrilla I ain't a killer, but you pushed me Like a butterfly, be a real cat'pillar I win so damn much, they at the encore Pop Molly and rock Tom Ford Luxury cars and luxury weed, both of them, I'm a connoisseur And for the beef, I'm a carnivore I'm never kinda bored, I'm floored with life, I can afford the price At the lobby in Bally's, play roulette or the dice The devil tempted me here, too, for forty nights I'm forty million up, smokin' on northern lights You woulda thought I was on top of the Luxor's lights Ain't even bored when I'm boardin' flights Pussy, I'm pourin' up at the Bellagio With some Wall Street bankers, made this off of audio Kamikaze flow, if it ain't 'bout checks, well then, it's adios From coast to coast, mixtapes to the Amalfi coast From Letras Mania