Read Richarts - RCS [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

Rare...Card...Shit

[Verse 1]
If I had a dollar for every time I heard a nigga
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 niggas frown
If you felt like it was yours, you would’ve claimed it by now
Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas as competition
I'm thinking much bigger, Drake, Cole and Kendrick
Niggas that's really doing it, not niggas 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 niggas
In the cross hairs, be prepared to take a hit
On my life, I'll die for this
Niggas that used to hate, now they ride the dick
Now I'm like, man fuck y'all niggas
Everything I state is mint(meant)
On my rare card shit

[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 niggas 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, bitch
I'm sharper than a ginsu, shit
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
Shit, 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 class 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 shit on the doorstep of greatness