Cinnamon Woods Interlude - Silas

All my partners from the hood understand

We ain’t 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 I’d 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, I’m about to crush the game

I’m a different cloth, yeah man we ain’t cut the same

When I cut these records upper cuts, fuck 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 I’m from dog is really do or die

17 years young I’m 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 that’s gon' make me feel real good

I need a blunt rolled fat for my partners in the back

15 trying to steal my momma’s Cavalier

Had me doing reckless shit all year

Had me doing reckless shit all year

Had me doing reckless shit all year