Cinnamon
[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