[Verse 1] Rare species, can't clone what the genes did, Whole lotta sheep getting dressed like free thinkers, I took the scenic, they took the convenient, Now they all sound alike and call that being genius. Me? I got mud on the sole of the sneaker, Soul in the sample, low end in the speaker, Never been cool, got considerably cooler Soon as I quit giving a shit who the cool kids were. That's backwards, ain't it? Oddball with the off-wall cadence, Made peace with every flaw they came with, Now the same strange shit is what makes me dangerous. Big feet, bigger plans, little patience For fitting my shape in somebody's arrangement, I don't need changing, tweaking or saving, I'm already me— That's a strong foundation. [Hook] I'm a rare species, Ain't another one like me, Little strange, little crazy, That's exactly how I like me. Rare species, Whole different type of breed, I don't wanna be like them— I'm having too much fun being me. [Verse 2] Look— Never had the posture for posing as normal, Brain got tabs open, forty-four portals, One says music, one says build something enormous, One says order some wings— All equally important. Ha. I'm complicated, comfortably chaotic, Optimistic realist with unreasonable projects, If I fail? Cool, now I know where the drop is, Run it again with considerably more knowledge. That's confidence. Not thinking I'm flawless, It's knowing my flaws never made me less solid, I can walk in a room full of polished impostors In a hoodie and shades like— "Sup, motherfuckers?" No costume. This is factory settings, Every weird little trait turned valuable eventually, Spent half my life thinking different was threatening, Now different's the only thing giving me leverage. [Hook] I'm a rare species, Ain't another one like me, Little strange, little crazy, That's exactly how I like me. Rare species, Whole different type of breed, I don't wanna be like them— I'm having too much fun being me. [Verse 3] Ayo— Unorthodox thoughts with a north-star compass, Course correction never caused me to crumble, I can stumble, recover, discover another Hundred ways that the trouble was actually useful. Internal inventory thoroughly audited, Confidence earned, not artificially marketed, I know what I'm good at, know where I'm incompetent, Both can coexist— That's called being honest with it. Rhyme pattern ricochet, syllable pinball, Kick-snare chemistry, scribble on drywall, Never needed ten chains, six cars, big talk, Give me one great idea— I'll build ten things off it. That's abundance. Brain never running on scarcity settings, Somebody wins? Good. That's evidence, brethren. Their light ain't dimming mine even a percentage, There's room at the table— I'm bringing the beverage. [Bridge] I like my mind. I like my face. I like the weird little turns that I take. I trust my gut. I know my name. Wouldn't trade places With anyone anyway. [Final Hook] I'm a rare species, Ain't another one like me, Little strange, little crazy, That's exactly how I like me. Rare species, Whole different type of breed, I don't wanna be like them— I'm having too much fun being me. Rare species. Yeah. Good luck finding another.
