Who Knew

I like to play it cool like I'm not that On the low, who'd assume that I got that I don't know, but the dude with the tall frappe Looking all aloof being all that Even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that I don't even sweat it though They been hesitant as if my credit low And shit'll hit them quicker than an edible I'm 'bout to run for Senate ho, you ain't even centerfold Been on top of cheese, I ain't talking 'bout oregano I'm talking 'bout your cheddar homie, revel in that I'll hit a college and I'm fucked, like I'm pledging a frat They 'bout to silhouette my nuts on American flags Estoy contento, muy estupendo Better hearse word to rent-a-car, Dicky Tony K Y'all the Le Batard speaking to you lames, that's a seminar I'm straight like a pleasant bar, ain't nobody ready for my repertoire I wasn't getting credit like a debit card But never mind, had to give them time to adapt I'm kind of like a rap rendition of a fry in a wrap Just try it as that You rappers Rebel Wilson's vagina, you stank! I take it back, I don't know that ho And bro they used to Look around the boy, wouldn't raised they head Now they looking at the boy like the main event He don't even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete How the fuck is he the one that come in with the crack We like "Who knew, who knew?" Used to look at me like "who you, who you?" Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?" Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew? Now they look at me like I am Hip-Hop Heizenberg Young boy got dough for a quiet nerd I am rap game Walter White You might get killed thinking that he all polite Buzz around the city, coming out of Philly I'm about to get a milli, being me that's word to milli I'm looking super silly, but cooking like at Chili's You look at me like "Really?" but I look at you like "Who that?" Oh you new here, I'm the bomb Ok I'm Lebron, ok I'm the one Ok all that shit confusing that's a quandry What you call a pussy with a movement, that's a Ghandi I'm tryna get better but science preventing Because I'm undeniably clever, the highest of levels I'm high in a sweater but rhyming like I'm lying in pepper Don't mind the endeavor, I bet I do better than veterans Cheddaring, let him on Letterman Get him on L and I'm on, boy I think I need a therapist the way I get in my dome Doing D like they was Syracuse, when they up in they zone Used to load it on chrome, now I really ball Living like a fucking letter man, never mailing the song Though the dime flow rubbing combos in Tom's shoes With blonde hoes getting Peyton like the Broncos I'm on ho, vanilla looking but the rest of y'all the John Does It's pretty odd bro, cause they used to Look around the boy, wouldn't raised they head Now they looking at the boy like the main event He don't even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete How the fuck is he the one that come in with the crack We like "Who knew, who knew?" Used to look at me like "who you, who you?" Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?" Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew? Now they look at me like I am Hip-Hop Heizenberg Young boy got dough for a quiet nerd I am rap game Walter White You might get killed thinking that he all polite Get up off my dick, ho That's an unassuming dick, though Get up off my dick, ho That's an unassuming dick, though ("Who knew, who knew?" Used to look at me like "Who you, who you?") Get up off my dick, ho That's an unassuming dick, though (Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?" Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?) Get up off my dick, ho That's an unassuming dick, though