The Antagonist

Yeah Ay, can y'all turn my headphones down? Significantly? Cool, that's good It was super loud First of all, this shit about me I ain't made this shit for y'all, that's the damn thing I've been waiting pretty long to get on some shit 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 fucking 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 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 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, muhfucka Get up in yo ass, muhfucka 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 motherfucker 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 shit" Playing yo bum ass, they be like "That's some shit" 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 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 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 fuck 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 motherfucker'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 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 that'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 missed that?" You know that I ain't fucking light, bruh I just fucked round 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, dawg This wasn't rapping or trapping This was rapping over a big ol' fucking house with a family Who the fuck 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 Forget the website, I'm the only motherfucking rap genius Where you doubters at, I'm tryna hear it Maybe it's the motherfuckers 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 fearless But even with no attention, you can kinda tell this motherfucker killing this section You can kinda tell this motherfucker still an erection But getting harder by the minute, just admit it, it's sexy 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 tape with they first tape This motherfucker hasn't struggled since the first grade Add it up, there's no excuse to berserk, Dave Can't debate this shit, you got to skip, you not on first tape So what the fuck am I mad for? What's some other shit that I could actually spaz 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 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 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