Black Jack Dealer - Caskey

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

And 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