Madness

[Hook: Boler Mani]
I'm just doing me, I might flex more of my madness
"You too wild" man just shut your mouth
Yeah
I can't cop no shit no more
No more

[Verse 1: Boler Mani]
My passion for rapping is trap banging in dapper drag
And it’s packing bags full of my sad
Now I’m dancing I’m having a blast
I’m saying bye to the mad
I’m so damn fly like a bat
I happen to like chatting bout my
Little bopping beats cause they slap
Imma make my move and go for some new goals
Cop a new coupe with the two door
On cartoon shows in the morn’
Aye yeah
That’s my gold
Aye
Imma get a cold
Just to go sicko mode
Aye yeah
I be on some happy ass shit like it’s not even healthy
Smacking slappers back to back
Cause I be mentally wealthy
Yeah I’m terribly steady
All enemies friendly
I’m sending me back on track to my own destiny
I Feel like ecstasy
Shit
I’m the best of me
Shit
Feel your jealousy
But I feel no empathy
Shit
I’m like seventy
When you talking 1-10
I ain’t talking Ben
Feeling like heaven
Or am I off my head
But I’m booming to my own music
Cause that shit groovy
It’s foolish to not use it for self amusement
I’m booling and I be tuning to triple j
Just to hear my own voice
Just to make my own day

[Hook: Boler Mani]
I'm just doing me, I might flex more of my madness
"You too wild" man just shut your mouth
Yeah
I can't cop no shit no more
No more

[Verse 2: C.E.B]
I don’t understand how you listen to rapper who always just copy and paste
They just say the same thing
Over and over and over and over each take
But imma go crazy on everything
Leave em bitches lookin stupid with nothin to say
Have em down and out
And Screamin loud
Like why can’t I just get a break
I be the shit how it taste
Gold be the shit that I make
Used to think that I’s a mistake
Now that’s
What CEB never make
They been sleepin on me time to set em straight
Wait
Eatin rappers gotta belly ache
Hey (AK)
Fire at em now it’s mayday
They see me
Belike
No way
I feel like I’m part of a dream team but I fill every fuckin position
Now I think my animal instincts have finally kicked in
I can whether the storm from any rapper
You puddle and Imma a typhoon
I’m not worried bout gettin no second wind cuz I know I’ll be gettin mine soon (Monsoon)
Flowin floatin knowin how I can move
Outta my pocket but I can still groove
Stitch you back up after I leave a bruise
Then leave you swinging hung by a noose
I’ve proven
I can cut up anything with my flows
I’m wolverine how I dice up my foes
No number eleven I bloody a nose
I just been waitin for my shit to blow