The Antagonist lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Aye, can y'all turn my headphones down? Significantly?
Cool, that's good
It was super loud

[Verse]
First of all, this sh*t about me
I ain't made this sh*t for y'all, that's the damn thing
I been waitin' pretty long to get on some sh*t and rip it for di*ky
So just consider this my damn theme song, baby
I 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*ssed Lil di*ky
You the funny kid, that's where your card go
That metaphor about my lane, if you're retardo
I'm bubblin' like I'm in a soda, word to Fargo
I'm tryna get the f*ckin' fame
And it's a tricky little game you gotta play
Sometimes you gotta tell your heart "No"
Here's the problem I been havin' (Uh)
I wanna make my favorite type of music (Uh)
And the sh*t I like to bump is not the type I'm brewin'
I be on that "f*ck the world, you motherf*ckers losin'" type of sh*t
Like all you haters, look at what the f*ck I'm doing
All my favorite rap is not amusing
And I love my funny stuff, I hope it's not confusing
I'm just saying, when you doing something time consumin'
Every now and then you wanna spazz
Why I didn't go with jazz, muhf*cka
Get up in yo ass, muhf*cka
Y'all are trash, you ain't even know the half
I could rattle off a lot if I position the rap game
But honestly I'm not in the position for that claim
To carry any weight, I just gotta carry on and wait
'Til a motherf*cker carry all the weight
Hypothetically, though, I'd probably tell you that I'm better than you'll ever be, bro
I probably tell you it's objective, I'm more impressive
You pressin' play, and form a perspective
I'm guessin' more or less it won't be competitive
Y'all adorable, sedative kind of rap is so deplorably edited
Nothin's worse than when a moron's repetitive
I don't get it, how is everyone the same dude?
The rookie walkin' on the court like, "Man, I can't lose"
They playing di*ky, everybody in the room be like, "That's some sh*t"
Play 'em yo' bum ass, they be like "That's some sh*t" (Bums)
Y'all are bubbles wit' the rappin'
Lil di*ky get it popping, you could say he bubble wrappin' (Uh)
The irony in all of this is I been funny rappin'
Yet the youngin snappin' to the point where all of y'all look funny rappin' (Uh)
Congratulations, y'all can write a hook
At my graduation, they was sayin' 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 (Uh)
Little di*ky spit that Pixar
Hope you seeing why I really like to spit hard
Only problem is I'm rappin' to rappers
To the people that be listenin', 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 analysts
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*ck with all you ho ______"
Y'all could fill in the blank
But that'll make it so they don't gotta rap at 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 mothaf*cka's ever tried to hurt me
Everyone I see has been supportive on this journey
Like where my haters at? I'm thirsty (Uh)
I just really wanna talk my sh*t, be like, "Y'all ain't sh*t"
But y'all ain't sh*t, like, y'all don't exist
I could talk about the people that are di*ks but I feel like it's whack
That'll get old quick, Robin Williams in Jack
Who the f*ck is my antagonist?
Is it you? Is it you? (Is it you? Is it you?)
If it's you, let me tell you somethin'
You ain't even got a clue 'bout the sh*t that's comin'
You don't wanna be the dude in five years like
"The f*ck, I dissed that
sh*t was pretty clear, how the f*ck I miss that?" (Uh)
You know that I ain't f*cking light, bruh
I just f*cked around and did this overnight, bruh
I just f*cked around and quit a f*cking job
Where I was makin' triple digits then the comma got involved, dog (Uh)
This wasn't rappin' or trappin'
This was rappin' or a big old f*ckin' house wit' a family
Who the f*ck is listenin' that's been making di*ky so angry? (Uh)
Is it you? Is it you?
I'm just waitin' on some non-believers
The writing isn't on the wall, it's comin' out your speakers (Uh)
Anybody disagreein' being so facetious, homie I mean it
Forget the website, I'm the only mothaf*ckin' rap genius (Uh)
Where you doubters at? I'm tryna hear it
Maybe it's the mothaf*ckas never paying mind to lyrics
I would dumb it down for y'all to try make it more appealin'
But the ones who hang on every word think I'm kinda peerless (Yeah)
But even wit' no attention, you can kinda tell this mothaf*cka killin' this section
You can kinda tell this motherf*cker still an erection
But gettin' harder by the minute, just admit it, it's sexy
(I'm a boner)
The funny fact about this sh*t, I gotta rap about the fact I wanna rap about this sh*t
To even rap about this sh*t
Nobody been sleepin' on di*ky
It's only been a year and b*tches been sleepin' on di*ky
Nobody took over the game with they first tape (With they first tape)
This mothaf*cka hasn't struggled since the first grade (Since the first grade)
Add it up, there's no excuse to go berserk, Dave
Can't debate the sh*t, you got to skip, you not on first take (Whoa)
So what the f*ck am I mad for?
What's some other sh*t that I could actually spazz for?
Maybe it's the fact that I been stuck in this lab for
A hunnid f*ckin' days straight cookin' up raps or
The fact this sh*t been takin' 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 bein' busy
Now the only one that gets to David Burd is Lil di*ky
[Outro]
See, I told you this about me
Go on and look up in the mirror, see without D
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 sh*t
Y'all probably thinking "Who is David Burd?" and sh*t
Y'all just wanna hear some LD
But I ain't made this sh*t for y'all, that's the damn thing
[Instrumental break]