Yeah, this fucking weed

Oh my God

I'm high as fuck, ****

You know what I noticed?

A yo, (coast to coast), I'm tired of-, I'm tired of being humble, man (coast to coasting)

These **** can't fuck with me (look)

Catch me in the bay, tryna send a package upstate (huh)

20 P's of each box wrapped in a package and tape

I ain't never lacking, always keep the strap on my waist

**** get out of pocket, I'ma put you back in your place (boom, boom, boom)

Spent 20 on a chain, I made it back, so I'm straight

Now I can throw that 20 back in a safe, yeah (I can put that back in there)

You said, you killer than Machine, that's like a slap in the face (come on, man)

You can't match the raps I create or tracks that I make (you can't fuck with me, ****)

Ayo, look, hold up

That was a eight? (Ay, that was the eighth bar?)

I got seven 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 mastered my tape

Smoking gas with my **** Berner in the back of a Wraith (what up, my ****?)

I promise, most of these rappers is fake (uh)

Last **** fronted in the club got his head cracked with a eight (ha)

I know that was a 16 but fuck that

When I rap, I go apeshit, so when I'm slighted, that's a mistake (I'm still going, ****)

It be the **** you got love for that come after your cake

You seen "Paid In Full", what happened to Ace?

Ah

Uh, I'm in rare form (uh-huh)

.40 on my hip blow a **** airborne (boom-boom!)

Rare form

I'm in a whole 'nother zone right now

Well, tell the **** I'm in rare form

Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (this shit easy, ****)

'Cause on every song, I'm a motherfucking monster (it's effortless)

Uh, I'm in rare form (I'm in rare form, ****)

Motherfucker, I'm in rare form

Yeah, 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 (brr)

Don't think I'm slippin', the four right in my jeans

I will let it off and send four right in your spleen (boom-boom-boom-boom)

The big dawg, I ball like I'm Kareem

With the hooks, they ain't know that the bull write it this mean (ha)

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 (facts)

Coppin' the designer things and all type of new bling (uh-huh)

Rocking Louis, Supreme, give long pipe to your queen (brr)

The Machine

Uh, I'm in rare form (cap)

.40 on my hip blow a **** airborne (ayo, this a whole different type of zone, ****)

Rare form

Go tell them **** I'm in rare form (these **** cannot fuck with me right now)

Bread getting longer, the bars getting stronger (I'm walkin' on air)

'Cause on every song, I'm a motherfucking monster (uh-huh)

I'm in rare form (this shit effortless, ****)

Motherfucker, I'm in rare form

Line 'em **** up, man

That's my word, line 'em **** up

And not none of this shit hit no pen and paper, ****

Ain't none of this shit on no motherfuckin' iPhone, **** (I'm in rare form, rare form)

I just stand in front of the mic and I just let that shit go, **** (rare form, rare form)

Drums for you fuck ****

I'm in rare form, **** (rare form)

You **** cannot fuck with me, man

Come on, ****, y'all **** can't fuck with me when I'm just doing it like this

How y'all gon' fuck with me when I write it, ****?

I mean ask yourself

Is you fucking serious, ****?

Machine, bitch!

Yah!