Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rare Form, artist - Conway. Album song Blakk Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Rare Form |
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 fuck 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 |
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 bars like the machine |
All night on the scene, so raw and it was clean |
In the yard right, I kept this AR packed with the beam (Brrr) |
Don’t think I’m slippin', the four right in my jeans |
I will let it off and |
The big dawg, I ball like I’m Kareem |
With the hooks, they ain’t know that the |
I’m a God, right? |
And you like Cartwright |
From the free-throw line, I take off like I’m |
All the shit I seen, spent all night with the fiends |
Slept by the doorbell when all night it would rain |
wrapped in McQueens, get the whore outta your dreams |
She don’t rock the, my broad |
Copped the designer things and all type of new bling |
Rocking Louis, Supreme, get long pipe to your queen |
The machine |
Line 'em niggas up, man |
That’s my word, line 'em niggas up |
And not none of this shit hit no 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 |