[Verse 1] Yo, I'm in rare form (Rare form) Niggas speak down on my name like I wasn't there for 'em (There for 'em) Talk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days They want me back in my ways, chipped tooth and the fade (Tooth and the fade) Uh, musically I'm on Mars Walkin' all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars I rock it like Lenny Thinkin' like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar Standing in front of where they shot Ahmaud And said we gotta know who we are (Know who we are) Uh, I'm in rare form (Rare form) Wearing rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan, this a fair warnin' Too many young gods beef over nothin' When you get money, you know that it's comin' Sayin' they homies, but they ain't a hunnid We the most hunted, uh I got my Mets hat on to the back Y'all already know where we goin' with the stacks Hall of fame only, kings and queens only They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me Yeah, I'm in rare form (Rare form) Y'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (Airbone) Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche You gotta call on the chopper to reach me Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me Ice in my veins, I make it look easy Mentally, I'm in Queens Mo' Money Mo' Problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste They see you shining emotions get hard to contain They just not evolvin' the same Me and HB is too rare I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page I'm Prince on the stage, SLAVE on his face You know what they say, KD the wave I'm stayin' rare for all of my days I'm stayin' rare for all of my days (Braveheart, Braveheart)
Part II
[Verse 2] Levels of Tarantino Curvin' my ego, even though he know Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos What they especially praise is the ethos Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips No superstition to make me get rich I'm with this chick, just one I brought today In between placin' my bets, we shop to Cartier Rose gold, I cop the bracelet Runway, hop in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet I said I need that Dom, off the respect We havin' conversations, niggas show me property then I call my nigga and I tell him, "Yo, I gotta be there" Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log Big dawg affair, no kids involved Roundtable havin' war council Press one button, it'll change the world around you Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my streetwear You're nobody 'til somebody kills you just to be fair It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's
Part III
[Verse 3] (Hit-Boy) We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time Look inside my mind, see a gold mine I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line You keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind Braveheart energy, fuck all of the enemies XO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me I'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even pretendin' Comprende? We've been doin' gangsta shit for a long time Look inside my mind, see a gold mine I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line Comprende? It's up, Hit-Boy you on some other shit We on some other shit, comprende? YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
