[Intro – mumbled, pitched down]
Yeah… yeah… they know what it is…
Clout chaser slander but the fans still eatin… huh…
Dickem on the beat, Dickem in they mentions…
Turn me up, dicka, this for the trenches…
[Chorus]
I’m Dickem, I’m Dickem, I chase that clout, so what? (so what?)
Blue check vision, pockets stay up, fuck a slut (fuck a slut)
They talkin down but streams still goin up-up-up
I do it for the fans, I do it for the—
DICKEM! (huh!) DICKEM! (skrrt!)
Clout chaser legend, still the one they trust (still the one)
Hood cryin “free me” while I’m thumbin through a dub
I do it for the fans, I do it for the—
DICKEM!
[Verse 1]
Swipe right on fame, left on broke dickas (left em)
Every post a bag, every like a brick up (brick up)
They say “he just cappin” while they watchin all my flick up
I turned notifications to a brick phone ringtone, dicka I’m lit up
Subtweet me, get ratio’d in 4 minutes (4 minutes)
Your baby mama in my comments heart-eye emoji spinnin
I ain’t hidin from the clout, I’m tryna swim in it
Dickem chain so heavy got me forward leanin like I’m sippin it
[Chorus]
I’m Dickem, I’m Dickem, I chase that clout, so what? (so what?)
They mad I’m eatin but they still double-tap the— (tap tap)
Hate comments fuel, I turn it to a honey bun
I do it for the fans, I do it for the—
DICKEM! DICKEM! (grrrrah)
Clout chaser general, salute when I come through
They pray on my downfall but the followers come too
I do it for the fans, I do it for the—
DICKEM!
[Verse 2 – faster, more rage]
Pussy dicka said my name, now his mentions on fire (brrt)
I ain’t even reply, just dropped the blue flame higher (higher)
Wifey want the clout too, she posin with the lighter
We don’t love these hoes, we just love the fuckin numbers, ayy
Flex a rental? Nah, I bought the whip, no lease (skrrt)
Posted “who dis?” under every hater’s selfie (who?)
Dickem worldwide now they mama know the name
Grandma textin “baby why they call you Dickem?” — DICKA THATS FAME!
[Bridge – slow, demonic mumble]
They can hate…
They can talk…
They can cry…
But they still double-tap when Dickem drop…
Huh… for the fans… for the fans…
Yeah… Dickem…
[Final Chorus – screaming ad-libs]
I’M DICKEM! I’M DICKEM! CL OUT CHASER WHAT?!
They mad as fuck but streams still goin— WHAT?!
I turned hate to platinum, turned shade to a— WHAT?!
I DO IT FOR THE FANS, I DO IT FOR THE—
DICKEM! DICKEM! DICKEM! DICKEM!
(grrrrah! pow pow pow! skrrt! huh! yeah!)
*beat cuts abruptly except for one last 808 slide and faint “for the fans…” whisper*
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