“Russell Westbrook on a Farm” is a metaphor for Lil Dicky’s rap career and trajectory—from his humble beginnings, to his first taste of success and future goals.

Dickey flows over the beat from Drake and… Read More [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