Rare Form Conway the Machine

[Intro]
Yeah, this fuckin' weed
Oh my God
I'm high as fuck, nigga
You know what I noticed?
Hehe, hey yo, I'm tired of-I'm tired of being humble, man
These niggas can't fuck wit' me!

[Verse 1]
Coast to coast, coast to coastin', hehe, look
Catch me in the bay, trynna send a package up-state (Huh)
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 (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 iller 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, nigga!)
Ayo, look, hold up
That was a 8? (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 make at a staggering rate
I knew I had a classic 'fore they mixed and master my tape
Smoking gas with my nigga Berner in the back of a Wraith (What up, my nigga?)
I promise most of these rappers is fake (Uh)
Last nigga fronted in the club got his head cracked with a 8th (Haah)
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 goin', nigga)
It be the niggas that you got love for that come after your cake
You seen "Paid in Full", what happened to Ace? (Hahahaha!)
Aghhh