Transfer Pt. 1

[Verse 1]
Yo, I used to do shows that nobody watched
Warmin' up the crowd for rappers that's supposed to be hot
Yeah they used to give me opening spots
Cuz they thought it was a good idea; now they know that it's not
Cuz each and every one of my speeches over the beat is enough
To turn the leaders into devoted believers and plus
When I get heated and start flowing I'll leave you with your mouth hanging open like a golden retriever, shit
All you fuckin' wannabe rappers
Got a better chance of winning off a lottery scratcher
Son of The City, bet a hundred and fifty you can't
Come with the shit and you ain't cunning as Richie, uh
I don't know why you think your rapping is tight
You just sound like some other wack rapper you like
And I really don't know what you bumpin' them beats for
They all sound like the ones that come with your keyboard
Don't nobody wanna hear that shit
If I was you, I'd be careful who I share that with
If I was you, I'd start working on some brand new joints
If I was you, I would... well shit, you get the point, c'mon
Believe Rich C is a threat
The more liquor I drink, the more lethal I get
Rappers officially have permission to be afraid
When Richie get E and J all mixed in his DNA, uh
You want the real shit? Leave it to me
Other rappers talkin' Square Biz, Teena Marie
I'm at the bar [?] swerving on a black style, working on a blackout kinda like PG&E, uh
Me and my team, Rec League be the main event
So let the motherfucking games begin
It's like Rochambeau son, I rock for paper
Throw the scissors up, peace, I'll talk to y'all later, c'mon...