[Verse 1]
Look
Catch me in the base, 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 the 8th? (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 made, got a staggering weight
I knew I had a classic 'fore they mixed and master my tape
Smoking gas with my nigga Burner in the back of a rave
I promise most of these rappers is fake
Last nigga fronted in the club got his head cracked with a 8th
I know that this is 16th but f*ck that
When I rap I go apeshit
So when [????????]
It be the niggas that you got love for that come after your cake
You seem paid in full, what happened to 8th
Aghhh
[Hook]
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 motherf*cking monster (uhh)
I'm in rare form (I'm in rare form nigga)
Motherf*cker I'm in rare form
[Verse 2]
It's the almighty machine
Ain't no rapper hard like [?] bars like the machine
All night on the scenes
So raw and it was clean
In the yard right, I kept this AR packed with the beam (Brrr)