Lyrics:

[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 at a staggering rate
I knew I had a classic 'fore they mixed and master my tape
Smoking gas with my nigga Burner 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 this is 16th 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 seem paid in full, what happened to Ace
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 motherfucking monster (uhh)
I'm in rare form (I'm in rare form nigga)
Motherfucker I'm in rare form

[Verse 2]
It's the almighty machine
Ain't no rapper hard like or got bars like the machine
All night on the scene, so raw white 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 send four right in your spleen
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'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 rain
[?] wrapped in McQueens, get the whore outta your dreams
She don't rock the Coach bag, my broad like the Celine
Copped the designer things and all type of new bling
Rocking Louis, Supreme, get long pipe to your queen
The machine

[Hook]

[Outro]
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