Cinnamon Woods Interlude

Yeah, ayo, yeah
All my podnas from the hood understand
We aint letting Section 8 get the upper hand
Trying to flip this pie and then we stacking up some rubber bands
Trying to put my brothers in a place where they understand
I was 11 when I first started rapping shit
Figured that Id go platinum right off the bat and shit
Funny how this life work and yeah dog the people change
Swear this verse is light work, Im about to crush the game
Im a different cloth, yeah man we aint cut the same
When I cut these records upper cuts, **** the lames
Flipping through the pages in my journal when I write this
Feeling amazing, bullets be grazing, but I fight to live
Praying that the boy gon see 25
I hit 21, I prayed to be alive
Cause the city that Im from dog is really do or die
17 years young Im chilling outside
Witnessing a couple killings while they running off
Like villains in the darkest of nights
Truly remember all those sounds back in Cinnamon Woods
I need a shorty thats gon make me feel real good
I need a blunt rolled fat for my podnas in the back
15 trying to steal my mommas Cavalier
Had me doing reckless shit all year
Had me doing reckless shit all year
Had me doing reckless shit all year