[Intro]
LD AKA the Time Traveler's Wife

[Verse 1]
I like to play it cool like I'm not that
On the low, who'd assume that I got that?
I don't know, but the dude with the tall frappe
Looking all aloof being all that, even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it, though, they been hesitant, as if my credit low
And shit'll hit 'em quicker than an edible
I'm 'bout to run for Senate, ho, you ain't even centerfold
Been on top of cheese, I ain't talking 'bout oregano
I'm talking 'bout your cheddar, homie, revel in that
I'll hit a college and I'm fucked, like I'm pledging a frat
They 'bout to silhouette my nuts on American flags
Estoy contento, muy estupendo
Better Hertz word to rent-a-car, Dicky Tony K
Y'all the Le Batard speaking to you lames, that's a seminar
I'm straight like a pleasant bar, ain't nobody ready for my repertoire
I wasn't getting credit like a debit card
But never mind, had to give 'em time to adapt
I'm kind of a rap rendition of a fry in a wrap
Just try it as that, you rappers Rebel Wilson's vagina, you stank
I take it back, I don't know that ho, and, bro, they used to

[Chorus]
Look around the boy, wouldn't raise they head
Now they looking at the boy like the main event
He don't even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete
How the fuck is he the one who come in with the crack?
We like "Who knew, who knew?"
Used to look at me like "Who you, who you?"
Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?"
Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?
Now they look at me like
I am hip hop Heisenberg
Young boy got dope for a quiet nerd
I am rap game Walter White
You might get killed thinking that he all polite
[Verse 2]
Buzz around the city, coming out of Philly
I'm about to get a milli', being meek, that's word to milly
I'm looking super silly, but cooking like at Chili's
You look at me like, "Really?", but I look at you like, "Who that?"
Oh, you new here? I'm the bomb, okay, I'm Lebron, okay, I'm the one
Okay, all that shit confusing, that's a quandary
What you call a pussy with a movement, that's a Gandhi (Wow)
I'm tryna get better, but science preventing
Because I'm undeniably clever, the highest of levels
I'm high in a sweater, but rhyming like I'm lying in pepper
Don't mind the endeavor, I bet I do better than veterans
Cheddaring, let him on Letterman, get him on Ellen, I'm on, boy
I think I need a therapist, way I get in my dome
Doing D like they was Syracuse, when they up in they zone
Used to load it on chrome, now I really ball
Living like a fucking letterman, never mailing the song
Though the dime flow rubbing combos in Tom's shoes
With blonde hoes getting pay-a-ton like the Broncos
I'm on, ho, vanilla looking but the rest of y'all the John Does
It's pretty odd, bro, 'cause they used to

[Chorus]
Look around the boy, wouldn't raise they head
Now they looking at the boy like the main event
He don't even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete
How the fuck is he the one who come in with the crack?
We like "Who knew, who knew?"
Used to look at me like "Who you, who you?"
Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?"
Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?
Now they look at me like
I am hip hop Heisenberg
Young boy got dough for a quiet nerd
I am rap game Walter White
You might get killed thinking that he all polite
[Outro]
Get up off my dick, ho
That's an unassuming dick, though
Get up off my dick, ho
That's an unassuming dick, though
("Who knew, who knew?")
Get up off my dick, ho (Used to look at me like "Who you, who you?")
That's an unassuming dick, though (Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?")
Get up off my dick, ho (Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?)
That's an unassuming dick, though (Now they look at me like "Who knew, who Knew?")
Used to look at me like "Who you, who you?"
Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?"