Diamonds dancing on that bitch while she smoking on my loud 
My sound rolling through this city going High mile
Thought I’d told you I’m the King lil bitch I do not play foul
3 rounds of some Hitler you gon scream you need time out

Pussy boy so glamorous I think I wiped off your smile
I’m damaged mean I’m savage I don’t care about no fake clout
Practice turn perfected though this russian roulette 8 mile
Don’t do rapping I just burden everyone with thoughts from their mind

They calling me Manic in front L I L know that I have become the Devil’s son
Weekly about 15 bands that go straight to the plug once a month you know how this shit run
Still got Random bitches on my social won’t get my dick hard unless she want the job
If I make all this music for myself will I get no love or will I become God 

Bitch Ima dive in 
Got my Dad as a right hand
Day ones got the ball plan
Most on a bystand 
I
Tell em it’s torture
Cut em if quick got em Demon eyes morphing 
Bitch I’m Young Fiend but I’ll still be next morning
Morpheus came said the Matrix calling
Thoughts contorted black on black
But an old voice came back all distorted  

Smoked 4 bongs realised it’s nonsense 
Better my thoughts then I better my conscious 
Money thing first know the money brings option
I don’t wanna get around a broken life for starters 
Broke bitch broke shit bringing in problems
Any time copped rather cry in Rari
Set myself up know a yungin want more shit
Fuck back of the lobby bitch I’m Young Gotti

6(am) Speed (Prod. Nxname)

M4NIC