The '90s lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1:]
Man I wish I was a kid
Thinking bout the third grade
Back in '96 in my Michael Jordan jersey
French fries curly, cool with it, raising Tamagachis
Dick 3 and a half, the same as a floppy
Nerf guns loaded and we shootin at y'all motherfuckers
We ain't getting hoes, but we getting soda
And we was fucking with the swag of The Fresh Prince
Ain't nothing like when you had mad tokens left
In that arcade balling
Watching tickets falling
Pegging stupid bitches in the motherfucking ball pit
Landline calling
Chilling at the mall
And if this the type of shit that you recall well then

[Hook:]
Let me hear you shout
If you grew up in the 90's
Then you know what I'm about
Don't you wish we could rewind it
I wish we could, man I really miss it
Cause we having fun all day
Slept all night
Best ten years of our whole damn lives
Blowing on a cartridge, a lot of fucking farting
I would give it all up, if I could restart it

[Verse 2:]
Sitting on the school bus
Flipping through some Goosebumps
A minute 'til I'm shitting out the school lunch
Wanna know what cool was?
Starter jackets, Jock jams, and Pop Rocks
Sega in my room, baby boom shaka laka
Lot of slammers in my pocket, flippin them pogs
And I knew every modem noise in ma aol login
On that Oregon Trail
With Keenan & Kell
I was jerkin off daily, TRL
But that Saved by the Bell
Was on some fuckin hot shit
OJ to jail, oh wait that glove did not fit
Short shorts Stockton
Beanie Baby profits
And NBA on NBC if you remember watching

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Remember getting greeted with Scholastic mags
I hated it reading but it made me need that shit so bad
And we was spinning that bottle, de-prude hoes
Winning full throttle, Nintendo
Switch the flow up, getting donuts
Fruit roll ups, wishing we could be a grown up
Being so dumb, fucking with the kid, call me Lil Dicky Griffey
And my koosh balls big, man I think I had 50
Love those mentos ads
There were ten boy bands
I had ten ring pops on my hands
Plus I love that Nick at Nite nighttime
Kicks had lights
Shine brighter than some tights when they was tag team fighting
Shout out to Topanga
Fuck you know about Jenga?
Best head ever from a Pez dispenser

[Hook]

[Outro]

The Basement lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Intro:]
Wasup ya'll? let me preface this by saying this is not a Mac Miller diss by any means
I actually like mac miller butt, but right now he probably is the most popular rapper excluding Eminem
And I'm just not even close so you can understand why I would rap over one of his beats
I got a little bit of Kobe in me and if Kobe saw Lebron he would wanna rap over one of his beats
Metaphorically speaking, I know he ain't Lebron, butt, but you get what the fuck I'm saying
Maybe he's more of a Jo Johnson type of shit, no disrespect

Fuck... this undergrad bitch tryn fuck
And her chest deserves an A, like she handle da puck
She know D been bumpin Drake like ya man a Canuk
Homie even if it's May in LA... I'm so fuckin cold

Roll good on that Westside
Hoes cook like they country thick
So hood up in Best Buy
Controller, D punkin kids

Loading up the used dishes
Rollin up with two bitches
Hope they old enough
To get folded up, I'm not bold enough to do prison

I been drinkin sippin something so horrific, ya dig it
Because I tipped the bartender extra, then he put extra liquor
In dat shit. Goddamn. Das a misinterpretation
Hate it when they stiff. Overtipping cause I'm caking

Take in errything a mafucka say
Been about rap, figured out that from the basement
I ain't talkin bout rap city on black entertainment
Talkin bout the place I was raised in
Plate full uh bacon
Making a bagel and bake on occasion

Back then woulda made rap for grades
Now a mafucka make rap for pay
And them bitches too
Chickens that I'm bangin so appealing
They been Shagging on ma balls, like they practicing they fielding and

I Sorta make em pop off
Make em take they socks off
Round the fuckin bases then get pounded like a walk off

Aw naw...
This a fucking statement I'm making
They been hesitating to give lil David space at the table
Cause they label a capable able jew gay and too playful
Watching cable naked, the AC blowin major like slater's dad

Why you hater's mad?
Maybe I should get a couple tats
Maybe I should get in trouble and be dumbin down the rap

Look at Mac
White as fuck but lookin thugger than a trap spot
Need another mac 'stead of luggin round this laptop

Blackballed
From the muthafuckin rap blogs
Cause I rap odd, never talkin bout a fuckin black card
Ion't gotta play da black card, cause I rap hard
Ion't think it mean I gotta act hard

Fuck it tho
Despite dat LD straight fucking hoes
Ma chickens stay hot, no buffalo
Ma hand been up in her bod, no muppet ho

Whatcha know bout a mafuckin kid up with a job
Coulda fit in with the mob, had a kid and a garage
But I didn't now I'm spittin like a mothafuckin slob
Doin shit up in garageband, better than the gods of the game do

Ya'll better know ma name soon
I ain't no clown, when you laughin out loud
Don't forget you getting down to a great tune

Make room
I'm coming for you muthafuckin rappers spittin dogshit
Yeah I'm fuckin funny, but this muthafuckin dog spit
Aw shit... I could write a TV show tomorrow
But before I get dat Emmy I'm a make you bitches sorry that I'm gone

[Outro - Lil Dicky:]
Yeah, and once again no disrespect to Mac, Mac I actually follow you on Vine, I'm fucking with you, it looks like your having a pretty ridiculous amount of fun,
Sometimes your at a pool, sometimes your smoking weed and rapping
Would love to be a part of it, if vine is any indicator your life is awesome
Okay I got to go to work, cya

Back In Business lyrics - Lil Dicky

Yeah fuck you think you dealin' with
Every time ya hear da the kid you know he bout to kill dis shit
Every rhyme is sicker than an ugly bitches period
You know the Jew is building something I ain't talking pyramids
Them bitches with titties they wanna get up at the kid
They instant messaging Dicky, they wanna get up on his dick
But I ain't ready to hit it, because I'm relatively timid in the bed I admit it
But fuck that gay shit we should fuck soon
Baby whatchu wann do
Tell me when to come through
Take you out to ritas then I'll skeet up where dat tongue blue
D could tweet a freak till I'm peekin' up at a cheek and that physique'll
Have me jackin' ma D if I don't agree to meet at her at her fucking condo
Eat it like a combo
Need it in the mourning or I'm heated like Alonzo
You know that the geek about mack up an actress
Imagining McAdams all on ma mattress
Attackin' ma sack and attractively crackin', ejaccin', we nappin'
The fuck you think you doin'
I'm rappin' some crack and I'm lackin' the practice cause the Jew
Dat's been smackin' the track up and snappin' has actually been doin'
This shit, renewing the spit, for one year
Fuck it tho
Think you better read about ma fuckin' flow
I'm smoking weed with clueless bitches cheatin' playin' suck and blow
Eatin' on some buffalo chicken fingers on a boat
Went from being honor roll to spreadin' like he on a roll
Haha... Whoa
Okay now I'm on a roll
Scoring got em screaming commentators speaking on a goal
Tourin' writing TV, getting greedy but I'm honorable
I swear dat Dicky isn't that conceited but I think it's time to
Roll another spliff, and we blowin' that
Salt and vinegar up in the whip, yea I'm holdin' that
Bitches droppin' back up in shotgun like they was Flacco or Rodgers
I'm doin 60 so I tell em to stoppit, I need to concentrate
The hoes know DI, been goin' MIA
I'm in the four door Fiat, with poquilla
Bitches das been showin' me interest
Seen up on Pinterest
Don't know how it happened but Lil Dicky back in business

A$AP DICKY lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Intro:]
Hey what's up y'all?
It's ya boy Dicky, AKA Yung Dick
A$AP Rocky beat
A$AP, fuckin' witchu
If you tryna like, get on a track, collaborate, I'm with it
Or like
Even if it's like just getting brunch
I get brunch, if you wanted to
I don't know if you get brunch but you should
My treat
So, alright, hold up

[Verse 1:]
Yo
Riding through ya city, tryna find some titties
I'm high enough to think I might be dying, word to Whitney
Vagina, chicken, sticky, that's all you gotta give me
And I'm bout it, bout it, ain't no doubt about it
Lil dicky ehh?
Heard he spit that witty ridiculously, offensive shit
Heard he got expensive shit, heard that he resent his dick
You heard right muthafucka
I'm a a bright, coy, white boy, kike muthafucka ehh?
So whatchu fittin to do
I got a bitch she brought a bitch now ma dick dinner for two
Okay das fiction but admit it that I'm spittin it smooth enough
To get a jew with some scruff to mack a beauty with boobs and a butt
And plus a flat ass navel, twistin' that, no dreidel
From the back so fable of me (woof)
Cream cheesin, philly bred - so bagel of me
When dicky dead, this is never gonna be... so

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
And I been rollin with a fatty
Boneless chicken patties
Been clubbin like this muthafucka's rollin with a caddy
And now that I been rappin, all these bitches holla me
Had to put a daily cap on the head, no Aladdin
Know I'm average looking, and I'm bragging bout getting chickens
But this spitting got me positioned to be banging out bitches
Outta ma league... Jeff Teague bangin on Griffey
Would never happen less you happen to be hanging with dicky
Oh yeah I'm white, killin brothas like I'm up in the klan
Been fucking fly faced honeys like I'm up in sudanm so damn!
I'm a spit it till I get a buggatti
And body two hotties, who bodies
Fugazi, punanis tsunami - das wet
Puffin sticky, you ain't fuckin with lil dicky
Bumpin biggie, humpin giddy
Cummin quicker than ma internet
I got high speed internet
Spittin mad ignorant
Sicker than a muthafuckin immigrant

[Outro]

DEEZUS lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1 - Lil Dicky:]
Drinkin' up at summer camp
Itchin' on ma underwear
Dicky got a ton a hair
Money talk, rap game Chris Tucker here
Erry' muggle fuckin with' me
Going nuts, word to chunky Jiffy
Cold cuts up in the Panini
Mo butt than a Puerto Rican, I been tryna freak too
Nowadays Dicky tryna get a little freak to
Nominate Dicky dick for a little free poon
Honestly, probably rather have a little sweet boo to let me spoon
Fuck it I'm conflicted
Now that the kid been spitting dat
All types a women starting to listen and part of Lil Dicky sorta wishing
For a chick I can build with start to finish
But an even bigger part of me is tryna fuck
All these twitter bitches pictures looking fine as fuck
Been a girlfriend guy for a while and shucks
This the first time dimes been in line to stuff
But, I ain't doin' em all, or doin' em raw
Da boy ain't new to the ballin'
Viewing it all just like
A straight Jew at the mall with loot in the wallet
The restraint engrained up into the ball
But I ain't blue in the balls tho
Got a lil' boo up in law school
Freckles all up over her nostrils
She doing me proper, lotsa pasta, shots of vodka
Tonsil soccer, pop then it's off to clasa hasta manana
Being weird again
There he go Kanye being weird again
It's okay he allowed cause he legendary
But I don't really know how to treat this segment

[Verse 2 - Lil Dicky:]
Sippin' on an Orangina
Bout' to see a foreign feature
Skittles and a quarter reefer
I snuck em both inside the theater
Used to do a ton of math
Now I'm close to doing none of that
I'm bout to hire someone's dad
And he about to do a ton of math
Add it up, rapping crack, gon' stack it up
Back it up ho, das whassup
Cracker jacks at the bank
Cole Hamels up, drank a cup and I'm kind of buzzed
I'm high as fuck, but fuck that
Where them bitches sitting 7th inning finna fuck at
Used to fuck with bitches that was timid with the nutsack
Now I'm fuckin' bitches let me jizz up on they buttcrack
Das a fun fact, I'm
Head of ma class and ready for mine
And like a great red in a glass, I'm better with time
I mean I came letterman jacket, ready to shine
They up designer shit
I'm in footie pajamas bitch
Omelettes, bomb as shit
The rhyming sick
Competish can't conquer dis'
I'm legit, honest chicks is on ma dick
I ain't a God but... you can call me Deezus
Switch to beat up
Ye, I see ya
Bout to make more tortillas
Pork carnitas
Going straight North Korea
Poor Aaliyah
Sorta Lena
Y'all dudes more Madea
Touring, writing, rapping, snoring while I'm napping
Luring these foreign tourists to ma sack and scoring
During performances in the back and
I'm making all of this up because I'm rappin'
Inside a lucky 4 bedroom apartment
That we found on Craigslist and settled in August
You know it was rent control and it was awesome
It came with' a washer
And a dryer
Goodbye y'all

Flames lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]
Iight, I'm blowing on that sticky shit
Everybody's talking, bitches stalking, quick as Lawson
When I'm walking to the gym and shit
Everybody wanna get involved with the Dicky kid
I don't even know the deal y'all, I'm just killing shit
I ball like I'm playin the wii
Hit up all da ATMS, I been paying the fees
Being gay about the stems, Dicky weighing the weed
And now these labels on a cleanse, got em saying
We need jews, oh the dude the scoop boos,
Boozing stupid and he rap bruising tunes amusing students
I'm the truth dude
Put some funny shit up on youtube
Now these mafuckas spitting looking shitty as doo doo
Who knew, ya dude got a lot to do
I don't fill them bitches up, but the lobster do
Plus she licking on my nut like it's pasta too
And now that Dicky blowing up all these bitches so compliant
These days dicky gotta cover up his privates
Bathroom pissing brothas buzzing on some spy shit
Man, I wish that my dick was a little bigger
Because I'm in a pickle for riddles about ma pickle
Being minimal, criminally abysmal and literally
Women I'm hitting is cognizant of every centimetre
And I'm meeting bitches who seem to be fucking Derek jeter's
Every weekend, very freaky, don't know what I'm doing to em
These bitches do the type of shit chicks in porn doing
Bathroom beating on my dick, right before I do 'em
Man that's my only chance, ya know
I'm handsome though
I gotcha lady dancing bro

[Hook:]
Man ever since I came up in this motherfucker shit been changed
Every rapper getting madder 'bout the funny shit I'm saying
They be trapping, I be napping, steady crapping on the game
And like a rabbit out the hat I'm doing magic with the flames man

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]
Better stop comparing me to Andy Milanokis
Andy Samberg, Adam Sandler, man I swear it's so obnoxious
I don't care about the rarity of care-free song topics
The hilarity and parody is not what's got you noddin when I write
On the mic spit, nothing like a white kid
Black bitches even fucking with me cause I'm nice with
Raps, booty big as shit, I'm in it but she quite thick
Crap, from this angle I can barely fit the pipe tip
Like da the white man bright, and me don't bite
And me won't fight, me done watch da dark knight with a cold sprite
And me so kike, kite runner up on da cold night
And me done scrub de body with ton of the old spice

[Interlude]

[Verse 3:]
But fuck it
My buddy got a crib Nantucket
And everybody here with a bitch straight fucking
And everybody here know the kid stay bumpin'
My YouTube, Smith up on the Knicks, they subbing... aww.
I just checked up in yo bitch's pussy up on 4square
Mini golfing oh so often you woulda swore I toured there
Break 'em off up in my office you know I record in there,
It's boring there so fuck it
I been caking, don't mistake me for some rapper you hating
I'm actually making the hottest fucking tracks in the nation
Like Satan somehow created some elaborate gymnasium
Packing bowls in stadiums, came from packing the bowl in basements
Name a rapper in the game, spit a flame like you boy can
Everybody know I got it made like a boyband
Everybody know I'm getting laid like a Troy fan
I stay with Trojans on ma shit, ya dig?

[Hook]

Darwin lyrics - Lil Dicky

Man I ain't even into being curt dude
But ma head blowin up like I'm the kurt dude
And my friends getting hung up like a shirt do
Now they ain't the only homies fuckin with da burd dude

This for all ma homies lookin like a nerd who
Got a tennis serve and never broke a fucking curfew
I been getting ready for confetti, from the first boo
Game 6, I ain't bout to finish like the spurs do

Now they tryna get ya guy a deal
Cause the flow cash money, got a tyga feel
All these majors coming at me like I'm tiger healed
But ion't think the labels know about ya guy foreal

We sittin down, kickin and riffin, diggin the sound
Different from the shit dat's been spittin from typical clowns
Finna give me money in the bag and
Hunnies from the mag and
All the other shit they tell the dummies that can rap

But the fact of the matter is I ain't the rapper
They used to using, confusing, abusing with da chatter
I mean the dude across the table
Reppin for the label
Probly never met a rapper with a business major

So I am able
To avoid the fatal
Fate that every rapper face in they appraisal

Now I got em thinkin even bartering too
It's probly harder when the fuckin rapper's smarter than you

I came through
Same dude
Same crew
Same jew

And I tell these muthafuckas errything that they ain't knew
Yain't knew? I'm about to get a grammy and leave

Michael Jordan in ma genes since I been 23
Except, I ain't ball playin at all, sayin da bol
Gave all it the game, he played it wrong
Made the songs for the laughs cause
Funny was the path but
Now I really wanna fuck these dummies in they asses

Practiced
Tell me I ain't climbing up that rap list
I bet a lot of fans'll listened to this and feel catfished

Damn where da Dicky dat I used to know
The goofy flow
Ma dude where the humor go

Well truth be told, I'll put that in a movie, show, or musical
But now I'm in the studio
And dudes in the booth knew that the jew can flow

And if you listenin to this shit, you should know
I'm too cold in this bitch
To be actin a clown
Fuckin around
If I wanna get ma hands on the crown

I'm getting down, letting the smile, beset to a frown now
The kid up from the burbs bout to settle in downtown

But maybe that's a bad move
Maybe I'm a fucking pussy if I'm letting people tell me what I can't do
Maybe all these rappers wanna wear the same shoes
Get into the game and never playing cause they can't move

Now I'm thinkin what would Jordan do
Back when everybody only wore a boring shoe
If he settled for what every other scorer used
Then you dudes wouldn't ever get the Jordan 2s

I'm snoring through, ya muthafuckin tours and tunes
The game needs change now, it's short a few

And I don't mean to harp about the Jordan dude
But there's a little bit of him in this adoring jew

Of course you, listen to that thinkin I mean I'm great
You mistake, thinkin of rap, and I what I want a play

J wanted baseball
But he nice at playin ball
When he went away, we acting like he went all AWOL

Always got a trade off
I see Jay and Kanye the same way I see Larry David

It's cliché
And I know I'm gonn make it
But I dunno if I prefer as Dicky or as David

I guess it's sorta like the sox and bulls
But I can't leave yet, gotta lot to prove
But I'm a rock ma shoes, watch the toes
And if it hurts, then I'm a find Dr. Scholl's

And... one day, I'm a find satisfaction from rappin
Or acting, or cracking up factions of black kids

Adapting to whatever is in front of me
And like Mike, I'm a be aight because of me

One life, better think of who you wanna be
It's your eyes, doesn't matter what they wanna see

You do it right, you the only one you need to please
You ain't that alive till you doin something you believe

Dis the type of shit that's making D
Think twice bout the mafuckin comedy
Cause the mic got a mafucka on his knees

Twerk dicky, dicky dicky twerk
Twerk dicky, dicky dicky twerk

Make Belief lyrics - Lil Dicky

Sittin' in the backroom
Bein weird like a chatroom
Tryna chill, but I feel the appeals
Hella real, now it's looking like I'm that dude
Always knew I could be that cool
And I ain't worried 'bout a rap duel
'Cause nine-tenths of the names in the game digging trash like a mafuckan' racoon
Made that tape with a gang a hope
And now the hope done changed to know
And now the notes that Dave done wrote
Been looking like a bunch of Muthafuckin famous quotes
And nowadays I ain't phased when they sayin' the jokes
Get in the way of displaying the flow
Like ain't nobody rap this way, gonna crack this game
It's a waste if he playin' em both up at the same time
I ain't even supposed to be the same guy
Ay you gotta switch the funny with the fake shit
Make a fake hit, 'bout the money rake and
Getting babes like a late Zach Morris up in Bayside
That's the only way da shit'll see the daylight
I ain't even gotta humour 'dat
C'mon bruh, even though I'm pretty new to rap
The songs Y'all make stink like tuna cans
C'mon dog where the real ingenuity at?

Errbody wanna act the same
And rap lame crap, tracks get attacked the same
That's why I been up in this muthafucka practicing
'Cause errybody in the game 'bout to know D
Old me, not another fake fucking phoney homie
You'll see

Bet a beer that when dicky done
I'ma make it pretty clear who the gimmick was
I don't think I really care who been dissing us
Lemme know when your career as a mimic up
Better yet I think I got a deal for you critics that's been missing
What I'm spitting one contingency, you listen up

One year you gon' say it's legit
Two years you gon' say it's the shit
In three years, if ma name ain't coming up in conversations 'bout the greatest
In the game and I ain't making the list, I'll suck yo dick
Now you feelin' a bit homophobic
Like, "Ew, what is wrong with him?
Man, this is why nobody big'll do a song with him."
Aight amigo, we gon' see who got it wrong again
Comprehend what the man said
Born to win
Sort of miffed I ain't Jordan yet
Torched the net
For a minute, I admit I am only a beginner
But admit in my core I'm a vet
Lil Dicky know the chip up his my shoulder premature as it gets
He also pretty sure he the best

That's why I been up here imploring the bets
Matter fact I'll put up more than the head
I would give up my life for this shit
You right, then that's it
Ya' knife to ma' wrist
The night of that dick suck
Whatchu thought I was here for dat quick buck
I done gave up my life for this shit
My hypothetical wife and them kids
Couple years when ma' peers have families
And I'm sippin' on a beer being weird as Carrie
If you listen closely you can hear the Camrys bump

L-I-L D-I-C
Every motherfucka wannabe Ali
Every motherfucka talking like they he
But a make-believe can't make belief

Lotta rap dudes brag they great
And this and that dude carry the game
But a select few rap today
Been saying shit like this when it's carrying weight
So who Dave is
Who Dave is
Am I just a muthafucka on a playlist
Am I just another 'sucka being aimless
Am I just another dummy lacking patience
Tell me now
I been down for my day ones
They were smart enough to fuckin' get it
They allowed me to keep going
Now I'll be flowing till the whole world fuckin' 'wit it
Oh, you thought I'm here make a name?
Boi, I'm finna fucking change the game
And if a mafucka' sayin' the same
I'll bet brain when you play him, you'll be saying that he saying the same
Thang, you hearing out of errbody
We ain't fearin' anybody
But I'm finished caring bout ya money
Whatchu wearing out when clubbin'
Who you staring down, the buddies that been there
And all da honey's you been snaring
Mafuckas love to wear it out

It's getting easy to compare ya style
That's why they looking so uneasy when they hear about
A kid who doing something so unique up in the rare crowd
They all preparing doubt
They unprepared now
Like this a new approach to the art form
This muthafucka bringing jokes to the chart or
He doesn't dumb it down, flow lookin' smarter
Bro, I don't know dis' supposed to be hardcore
Up in our sport, it's a hard court
Shit, I'm on the grass straight laughing
The young Roger Federer of rapping
I'm done dodging, this about to happen
Thinkin' back to when Lil Dicky was a tennis captain
I was second singles, but ma' set of skills average
Fuck I admit it, but I hit it kinda different
And my will is what I win it with it's only an example
I am nothing standard
Used to be a camper
You the fucking close mind
I'm about to trample
Errything I flow fire
You ain't hold a candle
Boi, I think it's showtime
I am fucking magic
I ain't fuckin laughin'
I am fucking rapping
This is what could happen when I am on a track
And I'm feeling like a Jag
Stuck up in some in fucking traffic
Knowing that the Maybachs could be getting lapped and
Knowing that the fake rap should be getting fact-checked
Knowing I could make crap and be getting fat cheques

Das' why I never really care for em
I'm too socially aware for 'em
Like how the fuck do we prepare for him?
You better get another notepad
Flowin' nuts like I wrote it from my gonads
I'm tryna tell you muthafuckas I am no fad
Y'all are so bad
I'm a postgrad
Getting so mad
Outta nowhere
D. it's only been a half year
But you flowin' like you knowing you the last here
But you going like ain't no one in ya class here

We ain't even gonna post his work
Is he a joke, lemme know when he let go of the quirk
And then I scroll down look at sounds goin' berserk
Because the whole fucking blog full of flowless twerps
Talking 'bout hoes and twerking, shows what's working
I ain't even tryna say I'm perfect
But I been putting out songs with purpose
I been putting out long-ass verses
And now I'm starting to take it awfully personal
I'm getting sick of seeing Lil Dicky search nulls
Errbody act like I'm Steve Q Urkel
Like I ain't Stefan
Like I ain't the bomb
They treat Dave like I'm Steve Blake
Homie but the replay saying that I'm straight LeBron
Got fans on the cowboys
Sports fans get the transition
But you know you goin' down boys
Errbody know I stay chippin'
And you know I'm 'bout to stay different
Even if they gotta try now
It was fun being dumb but you done being numb to the
One that's been coming with the highbrow
That's what I'm doing when I'm betting dome ya know
I getcha you outcha' comfort zone
You 'bout to question every motherfuckin' thing I'm on
But can't neglect it when America is singing long to dat

L-I-L D-I-C
Every motherfucka wannabe Ali
Every motherfucka talking like they he
But a make-believe can't make belief

Russell Westbrook On a Farm lyrics - Lil Dicky

Ain't no doubt about it, shit is coming
And I'm just praying that Lil Dicky love it
Always told myself that this the type of shit I wanted
I was being honest, even made a promise
Not with anybody else, this was inner conscious
Talking to my fucking self, das' a little bonkers
I know, I still got a lot of shit to conquer
I hope that ain't even my concern though
You know I'll be working till I get what I deserve
Whatever totems I get personally you know I'ma earn those
This ain't even 'bout some shit up on a checklist
This about the fact that I'm about to test this
I'm about to figure out what my best is
I can't avoid it because now ya' boy invested
And I ain't gotta a choice except to smile and accept it
Pretty reckless, pretty restless 'cause
I've lived my life expecting love
To come the second my attempt was done, and yeah, I guess
To some extent I was correct because I'm getting buzz
But now I'm 'bout to be ubiquitous, look it up
Yeah, or that's at least what I'm assuming
But as alluded to reality is looming and
Now ya' dude about to make a move and take the truth
And hope to god that when he through
That what he thought about is proven
But honestly, I'm not afraid that it's delusion
I'm hot enough to where I know it's not illusion
But obviously I been finding this confusing
This ain't even close to what I thought I would be doing
Don't get me wrong, I was born to be big
But I always figured it would be the comedy thing
So I started rapping just to see what drama it brings
What big dogs from sitcoms would holler at me
And as the time past, I rhymed faster, lines crafted
Was high class as I mastered my craft, and
Goddamn, who'da thought it get like this
Back in twenty-ten music wouldn't make that list
I'm talking top five-to-ten strengths, with no winks
I would not lie, my pen dry, with no ink
Or, that's at least what I thought 'til I clawed and scratched the pen 'til I saw a line draw
Then I coulda let bygones be bygones
But I really wanted to rhyme till my line drawn
Like where the fuck is my peak at?
Not Brown but I make it pop, then I beat that
Not crowned yet, but I don't think I decreed that
Not loud, but you know I'm ready to tweet that
I just really hope I'm ready to be that
Now you seeing where D's at
'Cause even though I'm softer than a tissue
I ain't nothing to sneeze at
I'm smarter, where fuck ya' degrees at
And I ain't harder but I'm hotter homie, where da fuck ya degrees at
I'm 'bout to come in and desaturate
The chic rap today and evaporate
The feedback I hate, I elaborate
At a later date
But I'm getting off the point with the player hate
What the fuck was I saying, oh yeah
I'm kind of a slave
To my ambition, I ain't quittin' till my shit is appraised
And I admit it, I predict that where I finish is crazy
But that just means that it's further away
So, Burd about to work until he turn in his grave
It's really burdensome when earning something's fun for the day
But I'm concerned about da' burning out from upping the stakes
I'm always uppin' the stakes
I'm taking dinner meetings in New York, always up for the steaks
We exploring the discussion of great
They assuring me that when I'm more elite I'll be secure and amazed
But this isn't insecurity mang…
Like this the opposite of that, confidence in fact
My biggest problem is I can't honestly relax
Because inside of me a damn odyssey enacts
And I made a promise that I can't be the body
That's stopping it, think I need a lobotomy
Lil Dicky the prophecy, little bit of anomaly, not a commodity
Not a façade, or a lotta da Comedy prodigies
Commonly brought up wit Dicky
Feelin' weird, lemme think of an analogy
Just imagine for a second what if Russell Westbrook never knew his own mentality
Grew up on a farm where the biggest commonality
Was people that conform to the ruralest localities
To Russell though it was nuffin' but normality
And he really nice up on the plow in actuality
Everybody liked the kid and dug his personality
And so da mutuality was somewhat rationality
So then ya man made a plan of practicality
Not even a plan, it was more of a formality
Get a little land and attend to its vitality
Then raise a little fam 'til it all became finality
The strategy was just to stay in the course
And do ya chores, when ya' happy ya' ain't need to abort
Never explored nothing less he rollin' round on his horse
Then one day he was up on his horse
That's when he went past the porch, the path he normally
Passes forth was fast and short, was after more
Went faster north, amassed a lure to master more
And then discovered the court
He like ya! Let me down Tim
Hopped off, lookin' puzzled at the round rim
Saw a ball up in the corner on the ground then
Russell started dribbling and giggling astounded
Then he shot a brick and then a brick and then he downed it
And when he hit it Russell listened to the fuckin' sound friction
Up in a swish make and he was confounded
Because he knew that he had found him
But right now; it was still for the fun
Just a way to kill the time when the farming was done
Then the walking turned to running, and the hoppin' turned to jumping
And dunking, and Russell had to keep coming
Because the young'n was fucking disgusting and loving it
Running it, all of a sudden the public started to come in abundance and fuck wit him
'Cause he was butter and hungry, hung jury
'Cause stories of glory, not normally for people like him
Then the word got around up to ESPN
And they flying Russell down to compete in the gym
Bunch a grown men lookin' to belittle the kid
Because to those men, ball was the reason to live
And the G.O.A.T.S. they been all in since they was kids
So this goat owning mafucka look like a dick
And even know Russell knows that, he doesn't submit
He just chills with a grin
And then the game start, and this muthafucka take charge
Make it rain, hard D up on these bitches making children of men
Lookin' better than his predecessors ever could get
Turned the animosity to respect
And then the Thunder called him
Said they heard a lot about the ballin'
Told him that they wanna get involved and
Showed him all the shit that you can get up in the league, it's so appalling
Oklahoma City in the autumn, hella pretty
Awesome, errbody laud him
Erry-bitty lookin' like they really fucking fallin'
Condominium is so legitimate it's sprawling
And this muthafucka on the court straight ballin'
Cash all up in that ass, lol'ing at the past like
Where the fuck would I be at up on the other path, right?
If I never stumbled 'pon the game then think of that life
Shit, who taking care of my farm?
Who taking care of my farm?
Who taking care of my farm?
I really loved that farm, uh

CAKE, CAKE, CAKE, CAKE, CAKE
Five-hundred million now that's a pound cake
According to Jay Z, and Drake…
But greatness ain't about cake

We Made It Freestyle lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Intro:]
Let's go, it's your boy LD, A.K.A. watch your girl pussy, homie
Y'all missed me, don't you? I stay with a boner, I'm typically hard

[Verse:]
My dickheads, I'm sorry, for keeping you waiting
Just know that I miss you (I love y'all)
Been leaving you all out to dry in the dark
Like a cum loaded tissue (that's reference to semen)
I woke up this morning like fuck it, I got to address all the fans (I do)
I need y'all to know I got plans (I do)
I need y'all to know I been slaving away on my debut
I'm taking a page out the playbook of Jay, Big and Dre, Nas and Ye
If you studying rap like I study it then
You would know what the fuck I been tryin' to say (classic)
It's harder to wait (it is)
But it's gotta be great (it do)
And then when I drop that shit all y'all gonna be like "Lil Dicky we made it!" (we made it)
To everyone listening I think that it's cool that we know what they don't (they don't)
It's not about if, only when, and it's fun to be in on the joke
Just did my first shows, nervous as shit, never been on the road
Started in Philly I signed my first titty, I killed dat shit
Still I ain't fucking no hoes (like no pussy, it's sad)
A part of the reason is none of the venues equipped with a shower (it's so inconvenient)
So I leave for an hour and when I come back ain't no bitches around (them bitches be leaving)
I fuck with this sound
Rapping like Migos is fun for a clown
I could say anything and at the end of my statement
This cadence will make it profound
Like for example, ya man is about to go ham in the kitchen
I'm fixin a sandwich (woo)
All it is is some turkey and mayo but tell me that shit ain't dramatic! (on ciabatta)
It's stupid emphatic
Stomach is fucked I been poopin' erratic (damn)
New Santa Monica dude I just moved in in March
And I'm bout to get into some Madness
Don't confuse what my plan is
I never go out (it's depressing)
I meant that my bracket about get sandy
The beach on my house (ehh, more like three blocks away)
I'm newly an Uncle (Uncle Dicky)
My bro had baby (he did, she cute)
I'll be on by the time she can talk
Her first words'll be "Dicky we made it!" (that's a BABY)
Can't wait to be famous (oh)
That shit gon' be wild (I bet I'll meet Drake)
I'm lookin' at Jason Sudeikis like who my Olivia Wilde (I need an actress)
I love Anna Kendrick (legitimate feelings)
She never tweet back (not once, ever)
I figure she's busy or think that I'm creepy
But baby I'm not! (unless you like that shit)
I just have this vision where both of us living like Bonnie and Clyde
That's you as a singer and me as a rapper
We could be like Jay and Beyonce for whites (that could be so cool)
That would be the life
I'd buy the Sixers and make you my wife
Nah I'm just kiddin', I've only been smitten
With totally fictional characters right? (obviously we'd have to get to know each other)
You could be a grouch (that would suck)
You could be so mean (I hope not)
You could be the type that need warning with oral to avoid the cream (some bitches hate the taste of semen)
That's graphic as fuck (I suck my own dick)
But some bitches is bougie (I've kissed other men)
Forgive me, I just wanna make this pitch perfect I love all your movies (these ad-libs are fun)
I need me some pussy (I'd buy it)
I'm scared of the AIDS (the virus)
I wish I was reckless
There's rappers that's been getting head up on stage (Danny Brown)
I'm way too afraid (my dick is a pussy)
My dick been enraged
But soon when I'm fuckin in public post nut, he'll look up atcha boy and say "Dicky we made it!" (get 'em D)

I'm just fuckin with the flow
You know I still be on that ya ain't really fuckin with da boy
I got 150 different ways to cut dat
Love rap
Soon they'll be fuckin with the dork like a humpback
Yeah I'm bout to bring the fun back
Every other rapper need to go get and get a dunce cap
Now I got a one track
Mind till I run rap
Mine till I'm done
Wack rhymes better run rap (run ho)
Mafucka shit is done wrapped (over)
You ain't wanna see me come back (nah)
Y'all hot for a summer in July in Arizona
Lil Dicky literally is where the sun at
Knowing y'all, gotta show you where the sun at (hot)
All of y'all been bad where my son at? (hot)
Where my son at? (hot)
Where my son at? (hot)
Where my son at? (hot)
Come get spanked, ho!

[Outro:]
My New Year's resolution is to call these rappers hoes
And mean that
I mean that shit
Y'all some hoes (y'all some hoes)
Y'all some hoes (y'all some hoes)
Adios (that's Spanish)