[Verse 1] My mannerism had 'em thinking I Had bad intentions, had I been with my Band of n***as That would been then the last November That the drums would ever hear pa rum pum pam pum I'm the trill how feel, n***a? Real deal I'm the sin on holy fields, n***a
f**in right And if tonight my last night Know Coney my last meal, n***a Real n***a And if you wanna take it there I'll buy the ticket Y'all just existing b**h I'm living If you don't feel it f**s are non existent