Darwin Lil Dicky

Man I ain't even into being curt dude
But ma head blowin' up like I'm the Kurt dude
And my friends getting hung up like a shirt do
Now they ain't the only homies fuckin' wit da Burd dude

This for all ma homies lookin' like a nerd who
Got a tennis serve and never broke a fucking curfew
I been getting ready for confetti, from the first boo
Game 6, I ain't bout to finish like the spurs do

Now they tryna get ya guy a deal
'cause the flow cash money, got a Tyga feel
All these majors coming at me like I'm tiger healed
But ion't think the labels know about ya guy foreal

We sittin' down, kickin' and riffin', diggin' the sound
Different from the shit dat's been spittin' from typical clowns
Finna give me money in the bag and
Honeys from the mag and
All the other shit they tell the dummies that can rap

But the fact of the matter is I ain't the rapper
They used to using, confusing, abusing wit da chatter
I mean the dude across the table
Reppin' for the label
Probly never met a rapper with a business major