How Can U Sleep Brain (Lil Dicky) (Ft. The Game & Lil Dicky)

[Intro: Lil Dicky]
LD
AKA homicide
Yes, homicide
Ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]
OG's knew I had it poppin' (woo, ayy)
IG lookin' Photoshopish (it's lit, it's real)
They just can't take charge so they floppin' (floppin', a ref, I call them out, ayy)
New shit looking like it's knockin' (right?)
Rap game, not a game, wasn't broke so it's cast off (arm)
Really I been keepin' shit a hunnid like the Cubbie tryna close it with the fast ball (far)
I don't even do this shit for money but they buyin' 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 (ayy)
Russ on a farm (ayy)
This the new guard (ayy)
They put the boy on the Jumbotron (why?)
Just to pump up the crowd (ah)
At my ten year reunion (ewuh)
Like look at me now
Having good sex on the reg
New Tempur-Pedic, my bed
All of my lawyers are black, shit is ironic as hell
But I guess that what happened when Jews started rappin'
Used to have turtles, no wonder I'm snappin'
Used to commercial write, used to play Madden
No wonder they let me do both for a bag
I was not in a frat, I have never conformed
Did a 2000 cap, I had never performed
I ain't takin' no L's (no)
Fuck what you sell (ah)
I barely pay for my drinks, doin' well (ayy)
I tell 'em there is no need for the glitz (no)
I don't need sparklers they know that I'm lit
I'm on top of the world, fuck all these girls (ah)
I prefer momma to play with my curls (ah)
I can tell all of you rappers ain't thorough (ah)
Head hit the pillow and boom it's tomorrow
But how can you sleep? (ew, ew)