Cinnamon YL (Rap)

[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