[Intro] Yeah Ay, can y'all turn my headphones down? Significantly? Cool, that's good It was super loud
[Verse] First of all, this shit about me I ain't made this shit for y'all, that's the damn theme I been waiting pretty long to get on some shit and rip it for Dicky So just consider this my damn theme song, baby I been working hella hard, though There's people telling me I'm 'bout to be a star, bro But when I play 'em some of this, they like nobody want the pissed Lil Dicky You the funny kid, that's where your car go That metaphor about my lane, if you're retardo I'm bubbling like I'm in a soda, word to Fargo I'm tryna get the fucking fame And it's a tricky little game you gotta play Sometimes you gotta tell your heart "No" Here's the problem I been having I wanna make my favorite type of music And the shit I like to bump is not the type I'm brewing I be on that "Fuck the world, you motherfuckers losing" type of shit Like all you haters, look at what the fuck I'm doing All my favorite rap is not amusing And I love my funny stuff, I hope it's not confusing I'm just saying, when you doing something time consuming Every now and then you wanna spazz Why I didn't go with jazz, mafucka Get up in yo ass, mafucka Y'all are trash, you ain't even know the half I could rattle off a lot if I position the rap game But honestly I'm not in the position for that claim To carry any weight, I just gotta carry on and wait 'Til a motherfucker carry all the weight Hypothetically, though, I'd probably tell you that I'm better than you'll ever be bro I probably tell you it's objective, I'm more impressive You pressing play, and form a perspective I'm guessing more or less it won't be competitive Y'all adorable, sedative kind of rap is so deplorably edited Nothing's worse than when a moron's repetitive I don't get it, how is everyone the same dude? The rookie walking on the court like "Man, I can't lose" They playing Dicky, everybody in the room be like "That's some shit" Play 'em your bum ass, they be like "That's some shit" Y'all are bubbles wit the rapping Lil Dicky get it popping, you could say he bubble wrapping The irony in all of this is I been funny rapping Yet the young'n snapping to the point where all of y'all look funny rapping Congratulations, y'all can write a hook At my graduation, they was saying I could write a book If a Rotten Tomatoes site existed for us rappers I would be a 97, y'all would hover 'round a 64 Little Dicky spit that Pixar Hope you seeing why I really like to spit hard Only problem is I'm rapping to rappers To the people that be listening, that world doesn't matter Wanna know what the advantage of the rapper who black is? The N-word is his antagonist Before you get all huff and puff about it, think about it, be analysts The fact they always use it's no accident For example, I could be like "Go figure I don't think I'm one to fuck with all you ho ______" Y'all could fill in the blank But that'll make it so they don't gotta rap at a rapper That applies to every detractor But even if I had a word like it, the nerd never disturbed It's absurd but I'm looking 'round and ain't nobody verse me I don't think a muthafucka's ever tried to hurt me Everyone I see has been supportive on this journey Like where my haters at? I'm thirsty I just really wanna talk my shit, be like "Y'all ain't shit" But y'all ain't shit, like, y'all don't exist I could talk about the people that are dicks but I feel like it's whack That'll get old quick, Robin Williams in "Jack" Who the fuck is my antagonist? Is it you? Is it you? If it's you, let me tell you something You ain't even got a clue 'bout the shit that's coming You don't wanna be the dude in five years like "The fuck, I dissed that Shit was pretty clear, how the fuck I miss that?" You know that I ain't fucking light, bruh I just fucked around and did this overnight, bruh I just fucked around and quit a fucking job where I was making triple digits then the comma got involved, dog This wasn't rapping or trapping This was rapping or a big old fucking house wit a family Who the fuck is listening that's been making Dicky so angry? Is it you? Is it you? I'm just waiting on some non-believers The writing isn't on the wall, it's coming out your speakers Anybody disagreeing being so facetious, homie I mean it Forget the website, I'm the only muthafuckin' rap genius Where you doubters at, I'm tryna hear it Maybe it's the muthafuckas never paying mind to lyrics I would dumb it down for y'all to try make it more appealing But the ones who hang on every word think I'm kinda peerless But even wit no attention, you can kinda tell this muthafucka killing this section You can kinda tell this motherfucker still an erection But getting harder by the minute, just admit it, it's sexy (I'm a boner) The funny fact about this shit, I gotta rap about the fact I wanna rap about this shit to even rap about this shit Nobody been sleeping on Dicky It's only been a year and bitches been sleeping on Dicky Nobody took over the game with they first tape This muthafucka hasn't struggled since the first grade Add it up, there's no excuse to go berserk, Dave Can't debate the shit, you got to skip, you not on first take So what the fuck am I mad for? What's some other shit that I could actually spazz for? Maybe it's the fact that I've been stuck in this lab for A hundred fucking days straight cooking up raps or The fact this shit been taking over every thing in life I gotta make it so I made the call to leave it all behind That's my girl, that's my world, that's beyond being busy Now the only one that gets to David Burd is Lil Dicky
[Outro] See, I told you this about me Go on and look up in the mirror, see without LD Who you hate, boy? Only care about me, said I'm straight, boy Maybe I'm the one that gotta hit when I wanna murder shit Y'all probably thinking "Who is David Burd?" and shit Y'all just wanna hear some LD But I ain't made this shit for y'all, that's the damn thing [Instrumental break]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.