[Intro]

All this Manic shit, all this Manic shit

All this, all this Manic shit, all this Manic shit, all this Manic shit

Keeping me away from these mannequins but

[Verse 1]

Goddamn, get it on will ya?

(Whoah)

When I blow up, now, everybody so unusual with it

Shit

But, said times, in these rhymes, cause these memories

We running through New York so you never leave

Strap my lungs, and we puffing through it, act right

We giving them some stories, they come back like

Manic this, manic that, why you crawling to me?

The hell we gonna talk about? I wanted to breathe

But let me breathe, I don't know every second

I don't know what the fuck we are doing, needa stop stressing

But

Give a shit, I won't, when I gun it up

Feelings tough, when I play with fire, I don't give it up

Manic, why you really tryna get away?

But I never cared at all what you had to say

Raw dog on the regular, I get you off

I always gotta laugh, when you spend my dough

I'm subliminal, shit that we really think about it

I'm always tryna be the best but its filled with doubt

But

[Chorus Interlude]

I'm overzealous when I talk that Manic shit

Overtalk that Manic shit

Never jealous, man talk that Manic shit

Talk that Manic shit, ignore these mannequins

[Verse 2]

I don't ever give a fuck about it

Sing a song, you lost it, the bucket is always crowded

But Ima motherfucken legend, you don't get it though do ya?

Shit we gotta just cry now at the funeral

But

Sorry guy, summer dies, sometime though

Really gotta flaunt with the benzo

Fend alone, always feel that pain

Never wanna sin again, back to what we living in

Yeah I'm illiterate though

Always live it, how I spit it, and I diss on the low

But

That's what i wanna get

Never pray to god but he represents

But

What if I don't, what if I choke

What if I blow, what if I show nothing else? whoah

Remorse for this kid

Recourse for this bitch

Man Ima bring it all in

But I

[Chorus Interlude]

Never gave a fuck about you I tell you

Everything you wanna talk about, just check on my schedule

Part of the world living the Manic shit

Part of, part of the world living the Manic shit

People really gon' run from it

Understand all my risks fucking with mannequins

But

[Verse 3]

Nobody gon' get it on, screw ya

(Whoah)

Let me sit back, let me go down to the sewer with it

Shit

Sing it

Fuck all the days man, fuck all the days

Shit we wanna pop, in legitimate ways

But you

Living your life when they doubt you

I'm never gonna understand, blind when I spite you

But

We fighting all the time

Writing all the time

Bumping all the lines

While we getting dimes

(dime, dime dime)

And I fuck around a little bit

I mean, cause we definitely getting rich

Butm

Let me feel that rigorous

Let me hit that killer shit

Hit the weed, and the blunts sometimes

You never gonna bully, what you getting me for lunch time

Gimme the rhymes, gimme the bars mane

Gimme the sawed off in no land

Man i just wanna fly away

But

[Chorus Outro]

All this Manic shit, all this Manic shit

All this Manic shit

All this Manic shit, all this Manic shit

It's keeping me away from these mannequins