LEMONADE

Every time I pull up in a hockey mask, I'ma put a hater in a body bag
Leave him in the back of a pontiac
I spit nothing but facts, don't get the polygraph
It's a game of chess, without a day of rest
I don't break a sweat, 'cause you ain't a threat
I'm on top of the world, just like a space cadet
'Cause I run the game, I don't take no baby steps

You're fresh like lemonade
And sweet like the sugar
And I know it's good to taste
I could drink you all day
Hold me down in the race
Yeah baby that hits the spot (whoa)
Lemonade

Got these rappers out here lying about the truth
Even though his family black thought he was lying about his root
Have his two faced gangsters out here lying about his truth
So this is stairway to heaven leave a line on the street
Tony stark's in his element got iron in my group
Some people dying as evident i'm ironing my suit
Y'all go get some drawers and fire in your boots
Some fire and squad fire I say fire and they shoot

You sliding on ball ties just retiring regroup
With the troops are not as fine my requirements recruit
Yeah my environment shoot of a general salute
Y'all chasing the clout chasers that's a trivial pursuit
I'm the type to pay attention and recoup
And any payment from pagans who would say i'll rebuke
I'm the proof that hit him like a fact you can't review
Don't be a lion in the jungle I'll be a lying roof

Yo, I'm Gucci in my hood, I don't need it on the belt, yeah
I inked every part that was dealt, my food for thought, you can't yell
Don't look in the mirror with your middle finger, bro, I ain't gon' fuck yourself
Premium entertainment, when a rapper wanna last (go)
My pen's fully loaded, I ain't never shootin' blank
And I can laugh with you, but my money, I'm serious
I learned a lot in my school cafeteria

I don't do toe for toe, eye to eye, yesh
My little bro fuck you up, I ain't gon' lie
Niggas, when you're out of breath, lightin' off the rope
I jump in the ring like you said you was slow
And that's why my mob isn't worth smarter, yeah
My attitude don't give a fuck, a boy drama, yeah
So meet your new barber, I'm shapin' you up
I'm roomin' you like you wanna get the money or want

Every time I pull up in a hockey mask, I'ma put a hater in a body bag
Leave him in the back of a Pontiac
I spit nothing but facts, go get the polygraph
It's a game of chess without a day of rest
I don't break a sweat because you ain't a threat
I'm on top of the world just like a space cadet
'Cause I run the game, I don't take no baby steps

You're fresh like lemonade
And sweet like the sugar
And I know it's good to taste
It tastes so good
I could drink you all day
Cool me down in the race (street)
Yeah baby that hits the spot
Lemonade (uah)

I do me, I ain't never give a fuck about the next wave
I done seen so many innocent as come and go
Some have blow up, others treated like a sex slave
Get fucked to a death for the record, it's that way
I've been waiting here for the decades
Back then we ain't nothing wrong, I got a problem
We don't call them, tell them meet up back where nick plays
Stepped up with a chest out, let's go