(Beat is "Uptown" by Drake)
[Freestyle starts at 3:20]
We could start with the rap
Flowing like mars like art is a gap
Gone my my callers, dogs with a chat [?]
Big dogs
Missed calls
A lot of mother f**ers in the league know L
And I just had brunch, when I'm eating, no L [?]
And I just got f**ed and s**ed by a dumb s*ut
Usually I like 'em Ivy league, oh well
Summer camp, I've been going HAM
Young man with that chopper
That's right, fool, I like movies [?]
I'm going HAM for that Oscar
I'm way far from their radar, like they know I'm coming, that's doppler
They're boring to me, that's opera
I'm scoring beauties like soccer
Me and Jonah Hill smoked, then we talk sh** 'bout how the rest of y'all blow
Then we take a dip up in his pool, pretty cool, not the pool, sh** is hot, just the view from the spot, sh** is hot, bunch of blonde b**hes laughing all night
Me and Busta Rhymes meet in Venice for a bite
Talked some sh** about the comedy scene
"That sh** is so light", he tell me
Can't disagree, "get it right", he tell me
I mean...
I thought by now he could see that I'm witty
Down in LA, I've been running the city
Ask anybody in music and film, "who got next in this b**h?", and they all saying "Dicky"
I just do it like there's nothing to it
Life gettin' pretty sweet like I fondue it
I'm k**ing b**hes in my lane on some T Stewart
And I've been scoring prevent yeah the dime blew it
I'm the man, bro
Ion't really care what the f** you think
And my steak look rare, but I grub that pink
And the grundle stink
And I bump NSYNC
Don't s** dick, but I blow that good
Don't want sh**, but a ho that would
Lemme hold that, ben and fold that
Get a Kodak, cowboy, Jerry Jones that, lemme own that
f** that girl
I got hair, never cut them curls
And it's truth or dare, with a cute au pair
Get a room to share, hit a boom Pat Burrell
Spit that turd, that's that sh**
Yo girl up on my dick
I'm 'bout to s**m up on them hips
Don't want to murder us a kid
Oh sh**
What you say?
Don't you do this everyday?
Don't you usually go with double meat when you eat Chipotle?
Don't your crew lack someone black, but you want one to hang? No slave
I heard your boo got so much back, she bangin' that Notre Dame clock
I'm faded, tho
f**ing b**hes you'd label undatable
Missing birthdays, ay belated, bruh
Naked out in San Fran on that roof top
Tan cans, no tube top
I'm the mother f**ing man, god damn, and these mother f**er b**hes full of sh** like zoo mops