[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