MANIA. (feat. Sacred & Indiana)

Yeah mans in the whip I'm gliding We flying like we up in Central When your boy get on the beat You know I'm banging that instrumental And we play wii like sports And we play chess not draughts Living lavish chilling on a ferry No one piece no going merry (merry) Like thats that gas no petrol Leave you on the beat feeling sentimental All my achievements monumental My Rap gonna leave you feeling mental Finna leave you contemplating Best make sure u ain't dragged by satan On the beat I'm always hyper Always growing like I'm inflating Now they all rolling with me Come with the lightning But I keep it macqueen for my dream Said my man got 10 on his back Moving so Messi How I open theses packs (that's fifa) Said I don't want your girl (you can keep her) Just got blown up (that's a creeper) Never get taken by grim (that's a reaper) You'll think we're running how we doing these tracks The stu is my lab, but I ain't no rat These bars are different ain't no regular show This ain't teen titans, so I ain't gotta go Like Aomine just got in my flow This business you know we gonna blow On the stage, my show With God's guidance gonna shine gonna glow (Praying) Godswill gonna guide me till the second cometh Rode out all black yeah I stay stunting Talking shit but I had ur favourite girl c- Skylines and violent crimes had my eyes running My uncle done like job, he lost everything 2 kids, nice house and a wedding ring Roll out, all night it's unsettling Gods by my side I'm ready for anything (Lets go) Bring the 808s nigga f*ck a baseline We ain't living to survive so u know this prime time Had to go hard so my message go far I be writing all these bars while my eyes are black bars (Black bars) And my guy behind bars Praying to the highest so that he can see the stars Driving around in foreign cars (Pray to Jesus Christ) Think of that lifestyle Just imagine where losing a mill is overreacting And all your rolls Royces are matching I can't even think about that shit Mania the brand yeah it's gonna be a hit Dinero coming through, la vida es buena My trophies decorated like I'm drawing henna (Yo what you saying) (Yo I got a track you need to hop on) (Spit a verse or something) (Ight bet) When We drilling We killing We slice man up n send him to the kitchen Soaring on the going merry we missing Made ur girl so wet like we went fishing When we shoot the opps no way we ain't missing (Gra gra) Off the track no we ain't dissing (Nah nah) Buss me the glock ima a finish him (Finish) Buss the glock ima finish him (Gra gra boom) I'm swerving 10 no Ben 10 I might just call up Gwen Opps like weres friends Mess with us ur getting chinged Me and the gang we on the wing Watch out I might just take ur ting See all this ice she call it bling Your opps defence we call it mings (Poor) I'm licking my fingers shhh shhh, I just fucked ur ting