[Intro]
Yeah
Ay, can y'all turn my headphones down? Significantly?
Cool, that's good
It was super loud
[Verse]
First of all, this s*** about me
I ain't made this s*** for y'all, that's the d*** thing
I've been waiting pretty long to get on some s*** and rip it for d***y
So just consider this my d*** 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 p***** Lil d***y
You the funny kid, that's where your card go
That metaphor about my lane, if your r*****o
I'm bubbling like I'm in a soda, word to Fargo
I'm tryna get the f****** 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 s*** I like to b**p is not the type I'm brewing
I be on that "f*** the world, you m************ losing" type of s***
Like all you haters, look at what the f*** 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 a**, 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 m*********** carry all the weight
Hypothetically, though, I prolly tell you that I'm better than you'll ever be 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 d***y, everybody in the room be like "That's some s***"
Playing yo b** a**, they be like "That's some s***"
Y'all are bubbles with the rapping
Lil d***y 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 d***y spit that Pixar
Hope you seeing why I really like to spit hard
Only problem is I'm rapping to 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 is his antagonist
Before you get all huff and puff about it, think about it, be a***yst
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 f*** with all you ho ______"
Y'all can fill in the blank
But 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 it the nerd never disturbed
It's absurd but I'm looking 'round and ain't nobody verse me
I don't think a m***********'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 s***, be like "Y'all ain't s***"
But y'all ain't s***, like, y'all don't exist
I could talk about the people that are d***s but I feel like that's whack
That'll get old quick, Robin Williams in "Jack"
Who the f*** 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 s*** that's coming
You don't wanna be the dude in five years like
"The f***, I dissed that
s*** was pretty clear, how the f*** I missed that?"
You know that I ain't f****** light, bruh
I just f***** around and did this overnight, bruh
I just f***** around and quit a f****** job where I was making triple digits then the comma got involved, dawg
This wasn't rapping or trapping
This was rapping or a big ol' f****** house with a family
Who the f*** is listening that's been making d***y 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 m************ rap genius
Where you doubters at, I'm tryna hear it
Maybe it's the m************ 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 peerless
But even with no attention, you can kinda tell this m*********** killing this section
You can kinda tell this m*********** still an erection
But getting harder by the minute, just admit it, it's s**y
The funny fact about this s***, I gotta rap about the fact I wanna rap about this s*** to even rap about this s***
Nobody been sleeping on d***y
It's only been a year and b****** been sleeping on d***y
Nobody took over the game with they first tape
This m*********** hasn't struggled since the first grade
Add it up, there's no excuse to go berserk, Dave
Can't debate this s***, you got to skip, you not on first take
So what the f*** am I mad for?
What's some other s*** that I could actually spaz for?
Maybe it's the fact that I've been stuck in this lab for
A hundred f****** days straight cooking up raps or
The fact this s*** 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 d***y
[Outro]
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 s***
Y'all probably thinking "Who is David Burd?" and s***
Y'all just wanna hear some LD
But I ain't made this s*** for y'all, that's the d*** thing
Yeah
Ay, can y'all turn my headphones down? Significantly?
Cool, that's good
It was super loud
[Verse]
First of all, this s*** about me
I ain't made this s*** for y'all, that's the d*** thing
I've been waiting pretty long to get on some s*** and rip it for d***y
So just consider this my d*** 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 p***** Lil d***y
You the funny kid, that's where your card go
That metaphor about my lane, if your r*****o
I'm bubbling like I'm in a soda, word to Fargo
I'm tryna get the f****** 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 s*** I like to b**p is not the type I'm brewing
I be on that "f*** the world, you m************ losing" type of s***
Like all you haters, look at what the f*** 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 a**, 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 m*********** carry all the weight
Hypothetically, though, I prolly tell you that I'm better than you'll ever be 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 d***y, everybody in the room be like "That's some s***"
Playing yo b** a**, they be like "That's some s***"
Y'all are bubbles with the rapping
Lil d***y 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 d***y spit that Pixar
Hope you seeing why I really like to spit hard
Only problem is I'm rapping to 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 is his antagonist
Before you get all huff and puff about it, think about it, be a***yst
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 f*** with all you ho ______"
Y'all can fill in the blank
But 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 it the nerd never disturbed
It's absurd but I'm looking 'round and ain't nobody verse me
I don't think a m***********'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 s***, be like "Y'all ain't s***"
But y'all ain't s***, like, y'all don't exist
I could talk about the people that are d***s but I feel like that's whack
That'll get old quick, Robin Williams in "Jack"
Who the f*** 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 s*** that's coming
You don't wanna be the dude in five years like
"The f***, I dissed that
s*** was pretty clear, how the f*** I missed that?"
You know that I ain't f****** light, bruh
I just f***** around and did this overnight, bruh
I just f***** around and quit a f****** job where I was making triple digits then the comma got involved, dawg
This wasn't rapping or trapping
This was rapping or a big ol' f****** house with a family
Who the f*** is listening that's been making d***y 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 m************ rap genius
Where you doubters at, I'm tryna hear it
Maybe it's the m************ 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 peerless
But even with no attention, you can kinda tell this m*********** killing this section
You can kinda tell this m*********** still an erection
But getting harder by the minute, just admit it, it's s**y
The funny fact about this s***, I gotta rap about the fact I wanna rap about this s*** to even rap about this s***
Nobody been sleeping on d***y
It's only been a year and b****** been sleeping on d***y
Nobody took over the game with they first tape
This m*********** hasn't struggled since the first grade
Add it up, there's no excuse to go berserk, Dave
Can't debate this s***, you got to skip, you not on first take
So what the f*** am I mad for?
What's some other s*** that I could actually spaz for?
Maybe it's the fact that I've been stuck in this lab for
A hundred f****** days straight cooking up raps or
The fact this s*** 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 d***y
[Outro]
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 s***
Y'all probably thinking "Who is David Burd?" and s***
Y'all just wanna hear some LD
But I ain't made this s*** for y'all, that's the d*** thing