[Verse 1]

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 raking

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 my 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."

Alright, amigo, we gon' see who got it wrong again

Comprehend what the man said

Born to win, ort 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

What? You 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

[Breakdown]

L-I-L D-I-C

Every motherfucka' wannabe Ali

Every motherfucka' talking like they he

But a make belief can’t make believe

[Verse 6: Lil Dicky]

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 flow-less 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 dumb, 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

[Hook: Lil Dicky]

L-I-L D-I-C

Every motherfucka' wannabe Ali

Every motherfucka' talking like they he

But a make-believe can’t make belief