Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rare , by - Raz Simone. Release date: 15.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rare |
| This shit crazy |
| In one week six people turned their back on me |
| Just like clockwork |
| It’s these same people that be bangin' my inbox when shit gets goin' |
| Sayin', «Ay man, I miss you. |
| I’m tryna fuck with you.» |
| The truth is this is war |
| If you weren’t there when I was gettin' shot at |
| If you didn’t give a fuck |
| Then fuck you |
| If it’s not one thing, then I swear that it’s another |
| In one week I lost five bitches and two brothers |
| Everybody screamin', «Mob, mob, mob» |
| But then when it’s time to ride, them niggas soft |
| All these bitches say they down for me 'til death |
| Then all these bitches must’ve died somewhere, I swear |
| Real bitches is rare |
| Swear I never seem 'em anywhere |
| Swear they say care, but they don’t care |
| Real bitches is |
| Rare |
| You cannot find them anywhere |
| They ain’t over here or over there |
| Real niggas is rare |
| I swear, I swear, I swear |
| They lie and say they there, but they ain’t there |
| Honesty is rare |
| These two shoes up on my feet, that shit is rare |
| Name a time a don’t have blammy on me, rare |
| If I shoot at dude and miss, that shit is rare |
| When you niggas tell the truth, that shit is rare |
| Opportunity never knocked for me, 'cause we ain’t have a door |
| Been on my knees prayin' all my life, God ain’t answer back 'til I got off the |
| floor |
| Got some choppers, then got some more |
| 'Cause I got in fights and then got in war |
| Ran out of dope and so I got some more |
| Bubbled up and went and got a whore |
| 'Cause of course you know I had to get some more |
| Bitches leave, bitches lie |
| Puttin' your life in their hands would be suicide |
| I done tried a dozen times, I almost died |
| Everybody wanna eat, but none of them wanna cook |
| You’re either at the the table or you’re just another ingredient in the cookbook |
| Bitch I’m on that shit now, I don’t leave the house without pistol |
| Puttin' this big ol' dick down your fuckin' throat’s the only positive thing to |
| do with a big mouth |
| I been ridin' Tesla, watch these do’s lift up and then lift out |
| I was the first trapper to go electric, watch everybody be on that shit now |
| Neither stand up nigga, nor sit down |
| You left me bitch, you missed out |
| You the type to answer your nigga’s prison call, and then hit two, |
| and then hit pound |
| These niggas say they real and it’s mob for life, then how the fuck you gon' |
| switch now? |
| You go and sing to twelve, this choppa make a big nigga dance, got that Chris |
| Brown |
| Rare |
| You cannot find them anywhere |
| They ain’t over here or over there |
| Real niggas is rare |
| I swear, I swear, I swear |
| They lie and say they there, but they ain’t there |
| Honesty is rare |
| These two shoes up on my feet, that shit is rare |
| Name a time I don’t have blammy on me, rare |
| If I shoot at dude and miss, that shit is rare |
| When you niggas tell the truth, that shit is rare |
| If I let you tell me about me, I destroy everything I touch |
| If I let you tell me about me, everything I did was not enough |
| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a monsta', I didn’t love |
| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a machine, I can take a punch |
| If I let you tell me about me, I destroy everything I touch |
| If I let you tell me about me, everything I did was not enough |
| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a monsta', I didn’t love |
| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a machine, I can take a punch |
| I can’t fuck around with you snakes, so I levitate |
| I had people tryna take my life who didn’t give a shit |
| Said that you was down for me 'til death, you tried to kill yourself |
| That’s a cheat code, this ain’t no game, get the record straight |
| You was only rockin' for a year, you don’t know my pain |
| We all have PTSD over here, I just show restraint |
| You had perverts touch you in the club, that shit fucked with you |
| I had bitches touch me with no love, I had to fuck 'em too |
| My head and my heart been fucked up, you didn’t help with that |
| You told me you’d be my girl for life, why did you tell me that |
| Why you bring a snake to the pack and vouch for her like that |
| Why you lie and say that nothin’s wrong then hiss and purr like that |
| Why you feel entitled to my trust when you lie to me |
| That one privilege of yours got you fucked up, you called them guys on me |
| I’m gettin' war calls from my bros when I try to sleep |
| Real ones know that I am not a lame, and that I’ma squeeze |
| Rare |
| You cannot find them anywhere |
| They ain’t over here or over there |
| Real niggas is rare |
| I swear, I swear, I swear |
| They lie and say they there, but they ain’t there |
| Honesty is rare |
| These two shoes up on my feet, that shit is rare |
| Name a time I don’t have blammy on me, rare |
| If I shoot at dude and miss, that shit is rare |
| When you niggas tell the truth, that shit is rare |
| You think that you understand it all, you don’t know a thing |
| I never told you a single lie, you on your own thing |
| Why you paint me out to be an ape, I never hit you girl |
| You tryna put us all up in the cage, we live in different worlds |
| I pray for the future kids you want, their minds |
| Just because you fuck with black men don’t mean you give a fuck |
| Whenever I’m ridin' in the city, got my windows up |
| Hopin' that they don’t see through my tints and take me for my love |
| If I let you tell me about me, I destroy everything I touch |
| If I let you tell me about me, everything I did was not enough |
| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a monsta', I didn’t love |
| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a machine, I can take a punch |
| Rare x2 |