CINNAMON

Armored tank to the bank, no usher

Uppin' my ranks

Reinforced for the clutter

Nonsense noise

All they do is go stutter

Make her drop blouse

Make her heart go flutter

More money, more problems

No problem for me

I do this for my kin

Do it for my family

Get the Benjamins in

You don't want no static

Go and be frank

This could end up tragic

Black strap, back pack

With a couple grenades

Throw that safety out the window

Sayonara to ya face

Succubus on my tip

Diligent with the pace

She chokin' like it's cinnamon

I'ma sin until I can't

Burn 'em likе sage, Burn 'em like magе

Bringing my rage, Put 'em in a new age

Bringin' new plague, Defiler gon' aid

You bouta get played, While I fuck yo dame

She tradin' yo chamomile

For some kool-aid

My ammo field got me rubies and Diamonds

Gon' pop a bullet like hymen right through ya cranium

I seen ya (Ridin' the beamer)

I tore ya team up like Cena

They couldn't see me like Sia

Charge up my soul with that kia

I'm goin grizzly, I'm busy makin yo number thin lizzy

They cannot hit me I'm Lee

Bouta drop weights off my fate

Black strap, back pack

With a couple grenades

Throw that safety out the window

Sayonara to ya face

Succubus on my tip

Diligent with the pace

She chokin' like it's cinnamon

I'ma sin until I can't