Classic Male Pregame-Lil Dicky

Yeah Ay, can y'all turn my headphones down? Significantly? Cool, that's good It was super loud First of all, this sh*t about me I ain't made this sh*t for y'all, that's the damn thing I've been waiting pretty long to get on some sh*t and rip it for Dicky So just consider this my damn theme song, baby I've 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 piss, Lil Dicky You the funny kid, that's where your card go That metaphor about my lane, if your retardo I'm bubbling like I'm in a soda, word to Fargo I'm tryna get the f**king fame and it's a tricky little game you gotta play Sometimes you gotta tell your heart "No" Here's the problem I've been having I wanna make my favorite type of music And the sh*t I like to bump is not the type I'm brewing I be on that "F**k the world, you motherf**kers losing" type of sh*t Like all you haters, look at what the f**k I'm doing All my favorite rappers 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 spaz Why I didn't go with jazz, muhf**ka Get up in yo a**, muhf**ka Y'all are trash, ye ain't even know the half I could rattle off a lot of opposition to rap game But honestly I'm not in the position for that plane To carry any weight, I just gotta carry on and wait 'Til a motherf**ker carry all the weight Hypothetically, though, I prolly tell you that I'm better than your every bro I prolly tell you it's subjective, I'm more impressive You pressing play, a form of respective I'm guessing more or less it won't be competitive Y'all adorable, seditive kind of rappers, so deplorably editive 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 sh*t" Playing yo bum a**, they be like "That's some sh*t" Y'all are bubbles with the rapping Lil Dicky get it popping, you could say bubble rapping The irony in all of this is I've been funny rapping Yet the youngin's snapping to the point where all of y'all are funny rapping Congratulations, y'all can write a 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 at 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 isn't antagonist Before you get all huff and puff about, think about it, be analyst 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 f**k with all you ho [?]" Y'all can fill in the blank That don't make it so you don't gotta rap it a rapper That applies to every detractor But even if I had a word like [?] disturbed It's absurd but I'm looking 'round and ain't nobody verse me I don't think a motherf**ker's ever tried to hurt me Every one I see has been supportive on this journey Like where my haters at? I'm thirsty I just really wanna talk my sh*t, be like "Y'all ain't sh*t" But y'all ain't sh*t, like, y'all don't exist I could talk about the people that are dicks but I feel like that's whack That'll get old quick, Robin Williams in "Jack" Who the f**k 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 sh*t that's coming You don't wanna be the dude in five years like "The f**k, I dissed that Sh*t was pretty clear, how the f**k I missed that?" You know that I ain't f**king light, bruh I just f**ked round and did this overnight, bruh I just f**ked around and quit a f**king job where I was making triple digits then the comma got involved, dawg This wasn't rapping or trapping This was rapping over a big ol' f**king house with a family Who the f**k is listening [?] but making Dicky so angry? Is it you? Is it you? I'm just waiting on some nonbelievers The writing isn't on the wall, it's coming out your speakers Anybody disagree, I'm being so facetious, homie I mean it Where you doubters at, I'm tryna hear it 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 fearless But even with no attention, you can kinda tell this motherf**ker killing this section You can kinda tell this motherf**ker still an erection But getting harder by the minute, just admit it, it's sexy The funny fact about this sh*t, I gotta rap about the fact I wanna rap about this sh*t to even rap about this sh*t Nobody been sleeping on Dicky It's only been a year and b**ches been sleeping on Dicky Nobody took over the tape with they first tape This motherf**ker hasn't struggled since the first grade Add it up, there's no excuse to berserk, Dave Can't debate this sh*t, you got to skip, you not on first tape So what the f**k am I mad for? What's some other sh*t that I could actually spaz for? Maybe it's the fact that I've been stuck in this lab for A hundred f**king days straight cooking up raps or The fact this sh*t 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 See, I told you this about me Go on and look up in the mirror, see with 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 sh*t Y'all probably thinking "Who is David Burd?" and sh*t Y'all just wanna hear some LD But I ain't made this sh*t for y'all, that's the damn thing