[Verse 1: SciryL]

Yo, remember when

All you wanted was a bit of my time? Seems like that

Whole time, we was living a lie. I remember all

You wanted was a glimpse of my mind. Now it seems like

Your focus is on getting inside. On the real

And the deal is 360. You did a 180

Rap verse about the half-circle. A piece of

My mind, my heart, my soul, my warm, my

Cold, my thoughts, my hope, my walk, my

Stroll, and we say this love. I say

It’s a drug, so if you want all ‘em

Come and take it in blood. Blood money a part of my

Voice for hush money, bottle service, lush money

Black cloud. It once was sunny

Part of it all—that’s what you want from me

No punchline, unfunny crash dummy-slash-

Punch dummy, paddy act and duck funny, honey

[Hook: ManKind and Ari Jay Good]

No 360’s

Nah, I ain’t trying to deal with it

I ain’t here trying to deal with it. No 360’s

Nah, I ain’t finna to deal with it

I ain’t here to deal with it. No 360’s

[Verse 2: !LLumiN@TE]

I get around. The Round Mound of the Rebound

I had a deal. Label asking, “What are we now?”

Ex-lovers, wet rubbers

Last session was the best of us. I wish you well

Well-wishes in a wishing well, a penny for

My thoughts, contemplating the many that I’ve tossed

I hope you caught ‘em—I don’t owe you shit

Not even these two cents that I hope you get, uh

I’m live-streaming a stream of consciousness

Who says you can’t buy common sense when it’s uncommon?

Hardened heart but it’s unguarded

Trying to finish what we once started, started from the Garden

Apple-picking, Apple Music playlist

Play this or we might, don’t make it. Try and make

It whole. We hold people, bit the apple so

We know evil, so no Deebos

[Hook: ManKind and Ari Jay Good]

No 360’s

Nah, I ain’t trying to deal with it

I ain’t here trying to deal with it. No 360’s

Nah, I ain’t finna to deal with it

I ain’t here to deal with it. No 360’s

No 360’s

[Verse 3: REG (Rhyme Equals Greatness)]

Thinking back when I

Wasn’t blind, a beginner shy, timid with mine

You were a passion, I figured I’d give it a try, peeping

All your flaws out while scribbling mine, turning

Dirt into gold dust like, “Remember the time?” No

As time goes, guess I wasn’t seeing the signs

Them dollar kind—you trying to keep receipts on my mind

Beats for the shine like, “You don’t see this glow coming off me?”

You get what you paid for, but how much it’s gon’ cost me?

Have a nigga sell his soul for a c-note

Flipping for the gold, now I know you wasn’t real

Sail on my bars, I ain’t know you was a seal

A lot of things changed, but I know it ain’t me though

Got me thinking ‘bout going the independent route

Keeping it 300 while sipping, I ain’t missed the stout

Thinking we was gonna be fifty-fifty

I guess I though wrong, but I still need my pennies

[Outro: ManKind and Ari Jay Good]

No 360’s