Episode II

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