[Hook Daniel Brockwell] I aint gonna wait, got no fate to date Man I hunger for the world to appreciate These rhymes that Im spitting like a dealers cards So could you stand right up, get off your ass This food aint gonna pay itself So chuck those shitty Wayne records off the shelf I wont sell my name for a couple of bucks Flashing me a few dollars I dont give two fucks [Verse 1 3ly] Sitting here in the studio, got writers block Its tick tock on the clock, real talk, real shit Homicidal misfit, minds twisted yet simplistic Pessimistic, but I give him his biscuit, on christmas Coz hes eating you up, its on his wish list Intricate lyricist, displays blank innocence Im an excuse of a human being, something Im guaranteeing on you agreeing Ruin businesses, what year is this? Fuck ? peoples lines, I take this shit serious Girls, I count them like myriads, mad at me youre on your period Why, theres three lies, like three ? Not rapping, not fapping girls Im not tapping them, now put it in the ? [Hook] [Verse 2 3ly] Ive got nothing to my name, no money, superstardom Or no fame, yet these rapper know Im on top of my game Im dope, Im great, wanna bet lets go back to October 28 You wont go back there, its classified as rape Your girl is exuberant, take care of her with no lubricant I never said sex, youre just assuming it Name a beat that I cant murk, Ill leave you sweating Like girls shirt, you creepy motherfucker like Herbert Take the E.R.T of the end, I smoke that Most of these cats, I know how to chase the rats But that aint my beat, prefer to go ham with some lettuce and cheese These rappers so cut they be surfing the reef For trying to be deep, lets see if Brockwell can handle the heat
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