Conway the Machine - Rare Form Lyrics

Look catch me in the bay
Trynna send a package up-state
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
Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back
So I'm straight
Now I can throw that 20 back in a safe
You said you iller than Machine
That's like a slap in the face
You can't match the raps I create
Or tracks that I make 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
I promise most of these rappers is fake
Last nigga fronted in the club got
His head cracked with a 8th
I know that was a 16 but fuck that
When I rap I go apeshit
So when I'm slighted that's a mistake
It be the niggas that you got love
For that come after your cake
You seen "Paid in Full"
What happened to Ace? Aghhh

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
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 (uhh)
I'm in rare form (I'm in rare form nigga)
Motherfucker I'm in rare form

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
The big dawg, I ball like I'm Kareem
With the hooks
They ain't know that the bull
Write it this mean
I'm a God, right? And you're like Cartwright
From the free-throw line
I take off like I'm LaVine
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
Coppin' the designer things and all
Type of new bling rocking Louie, Supreme
Give long pipe to your queen the machine

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
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 (uhh)
I'm in rare form (I'm in rare form nigga)
Motherfucker I'm in rare form

Line 'em niggas up, man
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 just stand in front of the
Mic and let that shit go, nigga
Drums, we flood niggas
I'm in rare form, nigga (Come on
Nigga) Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
When I'm just doing like this
Ayy, how y'all gon' fuck with
Me when I write it, nigga
I mean ask yourself
Is you fuckin serious nigga machine, bitch
Yahhhhh