[Intro: Lil Dicky]
LD
AKA homicide
Yes, homicide
[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]
OG's knew I had it poppin'
IG lookin' Photoshopish (it's lit, it's real)
They just can't take charge so they floppin'
New sh** looking like it's knocking
Rap game, not a game, well I ain't broke so it's cast off
Really I been keepin' sh** a hunnid like the Cubbie tryin' to close it with a fast ball
I don't even do this sh** for money but they buying it in droves like it's half-off
If Dicky gotta show out there
You know he 'bout to show out there
Rol on my arm
Russ on a farm
Piston, new guard
They put the boy on the Jumbotron
Just to pump up the crowd
At my ten year reunion, like look at me now
Having good s** on the reg
New Tempur-Pedic, my bed
All of my lawyers are black
sh** is ironic as hell
But I guess that what happens when Jews started rappin'
Used to have turtles, no wonder I'm snappin'
Used to commercial, right, used to play Madden
No wonder they let me do both for a bag
I was not in a frat, I had never conformed
In a 2000 cab I had never performed
I ain't takin' no L's
f** what you sell
I barely pay for my drinks, doin' well
I tell 'em there is no need for the glitz
I don't need sparklers, they know that I'm it
I'm on top of the world, f** all these girls
I prefer momma to play with my curls
I can tell all of you rappers ain't thorough
Head hit the pillow and boom it's tomorrow
But how can you sleep? (ew, ew)
[Hook: Lil Dicky]
How can you sleep? (ew)
How can you sleep? (gross, how?)
How can you sleep? (how? ew)
How can you sleep? (how? gross)
How can you sleep? (how? ew)
You still asleep
[Verse 2: The Game]
How many b**h a** rappers I gotta slap 'till they put on Worldstar?
Even though Q pa**ed away
Pull a '38 out of my pocket and then co*k it
Leave a n***a on an island like he in cast away
co*k strong since them old Doc songs
Like an old Pac song, outta my mind
The lights on, but I'm not home
Something is wrong with me
I done brought six strippers from Vegas home with me
Trees bought game to getting blown with me
FaceTime with Karrueche, they on the phone with me
Tell K good night, I'm hype, I might ignite
Plastic cups, Promethazine and Sprite
Man I don't really know who's song is this
Who's weed I'm stealing and who's bong is this
And I don't really give a f** 'cause I keep the ammo tucked and you can keep on swinging from my nuts
But don't say I can't rap like I'm not a Rap God
Like I won't break your f**ing favorite rapper's rap jaw
I don't give a sh**
Big or tall, short or small
I'll cut your dick off and sit it on Trump's wall
This spraypaint "f** the President" it's evident
Hip Hop dead, them new n***as irrelevant
Different color braids, you n***as stuck in the maze
Ain't grew up by a beach, so you rot in the wave
Man, I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a f** what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here, I don't give a f** who hop out
Don't let Mark Zuckerberg get you knocked out
And don't try me over IG
Don't try to be subliminal and get it by me
I'm a criminal, I'll leave you hooked to a IV
Next to Jimmy Iovine over hood sh**, but-
[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]
You can start a rap sh**
I ain't never lost at that sh**
Let me clear it up, Proactive
I could walk up in this motherf**er looking everybody dead up in the eye, like we can rap for that sh**
You'll get embarrased
I'll be in Paris, don't compare us
Flow the rarest
Got b**hes in the bed room, over sharing
Got an Aussie and a Brit like I'm going with Sharon
So apparent, Heir apparent
But I don't want it next
Someone tell Complex it ain't complex
And what you lookin' at is now like a Timex
I am checked the on now off the clock like compound
I'm really adamant, you're really adequate
I'm really pa**ionate, I'm Billy Madison
I'm the motherf**ing graduate
Twenty ten with a pen, I didn't plan this sh**
My plan legit, I man*script it
It was living by the candle stick
But for the plaques I had to mantle it
All my friends thought Dicky was a joke
Now they tryin' to see a show
Now they out of breath, try to speak good
I remember everyone that didn't think I could
Every publicist who thought that I was mocking hood
Look what what you were tryin' to stopping jerk
Look who tryin' to rap now
I don't even f** with you
If what's done is done, how come I ain't done with you?
And if it's f**ing done, come on how dumb is you?
Let me get another tissue
I'll be crying 'till the f**ing bank pull that card again
From Charlamagne to Busta, Game, to Puff, to Sway [?], from Snoop to Chainz, it's all the same
Ain't no debate, they know who fake, they know who great
You don't know your place
Cameras around me, they don't know your place
Shooters around me 'cause I am a tank
I got 'em shooting they movie
I could meet a b**h on a Tuesday
Girls come to me
Don't got j**elry
Don't feel bad when I bust in my jacuzzi
Don't eat a** but it still be lookin' juicy
Front page, coming at you like a news'ie
Hoes didn't choose me, now I'm choosing
Now I got a Jap on knees like sushi
Lil' dick got vert, no Uzi
I might just pop that coochie, bruh
OG's knew I had it poppin'
How can you sleep? Ew
How can you sleep?