Rare Form

[Intro] Yeah, this fuckin' weed Oh my God I'm high as fuck, nigga You know what I noticed? Hehe, hey yo, I'm tired of-I'm tired of being humble, man These niggas can't fuck wit' me! [Verse 1] Coast to coast, coast to coastin', hehe, look Catch me in the bay, trynna send a package up-state (Huh) 20 P's of each box wrapped in a package and tape I ain't never lackin', always keep the strap on my waist Nigga get out of pocket, I'ma put you back in your place (Boom boom boom!) Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back, so I'm straight Now I can throw that 20 back in a safe, yeah (I can put that back in there) You said you iller than Machine, that's like a slap in the face (Come on, man) You can't match the raps I create or tracks that I make (You can't fuck with me, nigga!) Ayo, look, hold up That was a 8? (Ay, that was the 8th bar?) I got 7 more bars to show these rappers I'm great I mean I took over the game at an immaculate pace You see all these racks that I make at a staggering rate I knew I had a classic 'fore they mixed and master my tape Smoking gas with my nigga Berner in the back of a Wraith (What up, my nigga?) I promise most of these rappers is fake (Uh) Last nigga fronted in the club got his head cracked with a 8th (Haah) I know that was a 16 but fuck that When I rap I go apeshit So when I'm slighted that's a mistake (I'm still goin', nigga) It be the niggas that you got love for that come after your cake You seen "Paid in Full", what happened to Ace? (Hahahaha!) Aghhh [Chorus] Uh, I'm in rare form (Uh-huh) 40 on my hip blow a nigga airborne (Boom boom!) Rare form I'm in a whole 'nother zone right now Well, tell the niggas I'm in rare form Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (This shit easy, nigga) 'Cause on every song I'm a motherfucking monster (It's effortless) Uhh, I'm in rare form (I'm in rare form, nigga) Motherfucker, I'm in rare form [Verse 2] Yeah, it's the Almighty Machine Ain't no rapper hard like or got bars like the Machine All night on the scene, sold raw white, it was clean In the yard right, I kept this AR pipe with the beam (Brrr) Don't think I'm slippin', the four right in my jeans I will let it off and send four right in your spleen (Boom boom boom, boom!) The big dawg, I ball like I'm Kareem With the hooks, they ain't know that the bull write it this mean (Haaah) I'm a God, right? And you're like Cartwright From the free-throw line, I take off like I'm LaVine (Hahahaha!) All the shit I seen, spent all night with the fiends Slept by the doorbell when all night it would ring The boy rock the McQueens, get the whore outta your dreams She don't rock the Coach bag, my broad like the Celine (Facts) Coppin' the designer things and all type of new bling (Uhuh) Rocking Louie, Supreme, give long pipe to your queen (Brrrr) The Machine [Chorus] Uh, I'm in rare form (Cap) 40 on my hip blow a nigga airborne (Ayo, this a whole different type of zone, nigga, hehe, these niggas cannot fuck wit' me right now!) Rare form I'm in a whole 'nother zone Well, tell the niggas I'm in rare form Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (I'm walkin' on air) 'Cause on every song I'm a motherfucking monster (Uhuh) I'm in rare form (This shit effortless, nigga) Motherfucker, I'm in rare form [Outro] Line 'em niggas up, man Hehehe, that's my word, line 'em niggas up And not none of this shit hit no pen and paper, nigga Ain't none of this shit on no motherfuckin' iPhone, nigga (I'm in rare form, rare form!) I just stand in front of the mic and I just let that shit go, nigga (Rare form, rare form) Drums for you fuck niggas I'm in rare form, nigga, hehe (Rare form) You niggas cannot fuck wit' me, man Come on, nigga, y'all niggas can't fuck with me when I'm just doing it like this How y'all gon' fuck with me when I write it, nigga? I mean ask yourself Is you fuckin' serious, nigga? Machine, bitch! Yahhhhh