Cinnamon

Lyrics

[YL] This is that soulful shit that we be rockin' Roper You know what I'm sayin' They be like yo Y what's life man? I be like, yo why the fuck you askin' me? [Verse 1: YL] My life is porno flicks Shermin', been sippin' The verbal murderist The curtains lift, I'm rockin' the latest of my purchases Adidas sweats sit over Nike slippers I like my bitch slightly thicker Niggas could try me, my mind's quicker It's the rhyme shifter, the calamari with the lime in it Twist a biscuit in less than five minutes I need digits, not the 7 somethin' more infinite Y's a sinnin', keep a shape up under the fitted Cop a ticket, just hit my show and be a witness The shit is vivid, the way we kick it like Maradona The younger kids is smokin' marijuana I'm bumpin' Cappadonna I'm layin' low movin' past the drama The way we live is a result of karma, some will say But I'm just tryna get my moms a crib on Mother's day Feels like the other day that we was just some fuckin' children But now my mind is stuck on money, clothes, and lost pavilions [Hook: YL] Cinnamon incense burnin' from the left side Just tell L-Y, he's on the third floor apartment on the west side The snakes red or who want battle I break yo' ankles See you in the next dimension Expensive jewelry dangles from the chest piece 2-1-2 I rep peace, let's feast crab legs over the china glassware You man scared all that phony shit is last year Now get some, get some mothafuckin' facts clear [Verse 2: YL] Ay yo I need a fortress made out of gore-tex materials Cribs imperial, ya'll catch my drift like its venereal What's on the radio, fuck it son Don't put the radio on the daily play The same songs, that shit be drainin' yo It's stadium rap yo, ya mans rock Palladiums Black as quiet Yo peep the science from the flyest, the most highest son I'm one with the drum pattern You might have a couple lines but it don't matter Yo all my people are you listenin', chain is glistenin' It's sickenin' takin' my shot minus the pivotin' The streets are sizzlin' They don't know what the fuck they witnessin' Although it's interestin' they rather watch it from a distance then You know what I'm sayin' [Hook: YL] Cinnamon incense burnin' from the left side Just tell L-Y, he's on the third floor apartment on the west side The snakes red or who want battle I break yo' ankles See you in the next dimension Expensive jewelry dangles from the chest piece 2-1-2 I rep peace, let's feast crab legs over the china glassware You man scared all that phony shit is last year Now get some, get some mothafuckin' facts clear Williams Roper Williams