OSYM - RCS lyrics

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OSYM - RCS lyrics

[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

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