Russell Westbrook on a Farm

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[Verse 1] Uh, ain't no doubt about it, shit is coming And I'm just praying that Lil Dicky love it Always told myself that this the type of shit I wanted I was being honest, even made a promise Not with anybody else, this was inner conscience Talking to my fucking self, that's a little bonkers I know, I still got a lot of shit to conquer I hope, that ain't even my concern though You know I'll be working till I get what I deserve Whatever totems I get personally, you know I'ma earn those This ain't even 'bout some shit up on a checklist This about the fact that I'm about to test this I'm about to figure out what my best is I can't avoid it because now your boy invested And I ain't gotta a choice except to smile and accept it Pretty reckless, pretty restless, 'cause I've lived my life expecting love To come the second my attempt was done, and yeah I guess to some extent I was correct because I'm getting buzz But now I'm 'bout to be ubiquitous, look it up Yeah, or that's at least what I'm assuming But, as alluded to, reality is looming And now your dude about to make a move and take the truth And hope to God that when he through That what he thought about is proven But honestly, I'm not afraid that it's delusion I'm hot enough to where I know it's not illusion But, obviously, I been finding this confusin' This ain't even close to what I thought I would be doing Don't get me wrong, I was born to be big But I always figured it would be the comedy thing So I started rapping just to see what drama it brings What big dogs from sitcoms would holler at me And as the time passed, I rhymed faster, lines crafted Was high class as I mastered my craft, and Goddamn, who'd have thought it'd get like this? Back in 2010, music wouldn't make that list I'm talking top five-to-ten strengths with no winks I would not lie, my pen draw with no ink, or That's at least what I thought 'Til I clawed and scratched the pen 'til I saw a line draw Then I could've let bygones be bygones But I really wanted to rhyme till my line drawn Like, where the fuck is my peak at? Not Brown, but I make it pop, then I beat that Not crowned yet, but I don't think I decreed that Not loud, but you know I'm ready to tweet that I just really hope I'm ready to be that Now you seein' where D's at 'Cause even though I'm softer than a tissue, I ain't nothing to sneeze at I'm smarter, where the fuck your degrees at? And I ain't harder but I'm hotter, homie Where the fuck your degrees at? I'm 'bout to come in and desaturate the chic rap today And evaporate the feedback I hate, I elaborate at a later date But I'm getting off the point with the player hate What the fuck was I saying? [Verse 2] Ah, yeah, I'm kind of a slave To my ambition, I ain't quittin' till my shit is appraised And I admit it, I predict that where I finish is crazy But that just means that it's further away So, Burd about to work until he turn in his grave It's really burdensome when earning something's fun for the day But I'm concerned about the burnin' out from uppin' the stakes I'm always uppin' the stakes I'm taking dinner meetings in New York, always up for the steaks We exploring the discussion of great They assuring me that when I'm more elite I'll be secure and amazed But this isn't insecurity, man Like, this the opposite of that, confidence in fact My biggest problem is I can't honestly relax Because inside of me a damn odyssey enacts And I made a promise that I can't be the body that's stoppin' it Think I need a lobotomy, Lil Dicky the prophecy Little bit of anomaly, not a commodity Not a façade or a lotta the comedy prodigies Commonly brought up wit Dicky [Verse 3] Feelin' weird, let me think of an analogy Just imagine for a second, what if Russell Westbrook never knew his own mentality? Grew up on a farm where the biggest commonality Was people that conform to the ruralest localities To Russell, though, it was nothin' but normality And he really nice up on the plow, in actuality Everybody liked the kid and dug his personality And so the mutuality was somewhat rationality So, then your man made a plan of practicality Not even a plan, it was more of a formality Get a little land and attend to its vitality Then raise a little fam 'til it all became finality The strategy was just to stay in the course And do your chores, when you're happy you ain't need to abort Never explored nothing 'less he rollin' round on his horse Then one day he was up on his horse That's when he went past the porch The path he normally passes forth was fast and short Was after more, went faster North Amassed allure to master more And then discovered the court He like, "Ya! Let me down, Tim" Hopped off, lookin' puzzled at the round rim Saw a ball up in the corner on the ground then Russell started dribbling and giggling astounded Then he shot a brick and then a brick and then he downed it And when he hit it, Russell listened to the fuckin' sound friction Up in a swish make and he was confounded Because he knew that he had found him But right now; it was still for the fun Just a way to kill the time when the farming was done Then the walking turned to running And the hoppin' turned to jumping and dunkin' And Russell had to keep coming Because the young'n was fuckin' disgustin' and lovin' it Running it, all of a sudden the public Started to come in abundance and fuck with him 'Cause he was butter and hungry, hung jury 'Cause stories of glory not normally for people like him Then the word got around up to ESPN And they flying Russell down to compete in the gym Bunch a grown men lookin' to belittle the kid Because to those men, ball was the reason to live And, the GOATs, they been all in since they was kids So this goat-owning mo'fucka look like a dick And even though Russell knows that, he doesn't submit He just chills with a grin And then the game start and this mothafucka take charge Make it rain hard, D up on these bitches making children of men Lookin' better than his predecessors ever could get Turned the animosity to respect And then the Thunder called him Said they heard a lot about the ballin' Told him that they wanna get involved and Showed him all the shit that you can get up in the league, it's so appalling Oklahoma City in the autumn, hella pretty Awesome, errbody laud him Erry-bitty lookin' like they really fucking fallin' Condominium is so legitimate it's sprawlin' And this mothafucka on the court straight ballin' Cash all up in that ass, lol'ing at the past, like "Where the fuck would I be at up on the other path, right? If I never stumbled 'pon the game then think of that life" Shit, who taking care of my farm? Who taking care of my farm? Who taking care of my farm? I really loved that farm [Outro] Uh, Cake Cake, cake, cake, cake Five-hundred million, now that's a pound cake According to JAY-Z and Drake But greatness ain't about cake