[Intro]
Rare...Card...sh**
[Verse 1]
If I had a dollar for every time I heard a n***a
Say he "bout to put on for the city", I'd be rich by now
I came on the scene like "who got the crown?"
I ain't see nobody wit it, so it's only fitting
That it's fitted for Richarts, now watch n***as frown
If you felt like it was yours, you would've claimed it by now
n***as busy tryna be the man of the town
I'm tryna be the man whoever around, bigger picture
So I don't pay attention to these n***as that they mention
Sprinting to the finish, I marathon for distance
Too concerned with the image, they can't afford the business
So when that trend dies, they can't rely on their lyrics
And I don't look at none of these n***as as competition
I'm thinking much bigger, Drake, Cole and Kendrick
n***as that's really doing it, not n***as still pursuing it
Been said I'm the illest when it came to this music
[Hook]
On my life, I'll die for this
Ain't too many rappers gone survive from this
I got them right where I want these n***as
In the cross hairs, be prepared to take a hit
On my life, I'll die for this
n***as that used to hate, now they ride the dick
Now I'm like, man f** y'all n***as
Everything I state is mint(meant)
On my rare card sh**
[Verse 2]
You couldn't walk a mile in my tennis
Game, set, match trying to match my inches
The game's on whack, couple cats getting finished
Counterfeit Bruce Lee's, these Lou Kangs, I'm authentic
Some n***as frowned when I said I was the Illest
Spit like I got tooth decay need a dentist
These cottonmouth rappers wouldn't survive in my census
And I see them tryna bite the style, immune to their venom
We living in a system, they hate you if you different
Point you out in the game as if you lack fundamentals
Mine on point like syringes, b**h
I'm sharper than a ginsu, sh**
A slice is not enough I want the whole pie in the sky
Hi(High) society's, I(eye) am a menace
Not a novice, I'm a novelist
A lyricist in its purest sense
You was truant when I was schooling on penmanship
Rosetta Stone, I'm lyrically fluent
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They say I make good music, but the consequence is
That I'll never get dropped like Consequence did
And still I'm so divine(DeVaughn), that's word to Raheem
sh**, I'm just waiting on my cue(Q) to drop this juice like Bishop
You witness
I scorch tracks for fitness
Go the distance
With the torch like I run in the Olympics
You running around, no soul coexisting
Cause I Freddy Kruger'd your dreams for sleeping on Richarts
Good night
[Hook]
[Outro]
I spit that lethal by the liter
Bathed in that ether 'fore I came out that urethra
Boys talking reckless, man, I hear it through them speakers
But they don't want it with Read, I'm a whole 'nother creature
In a cla** of my own I took the form of the teacher
Studied the science, did the math, got Honors English
To say I'm history in the making is an understatement
Kicking fire sh** on the doorstep of greatness