Lemonade

Thank God I ain't putting on the ski mask
Feet bleeding, look like I'm stepping in glass
Feens lurking, they was digging threw the trash
Niggas keep asking where the reup at
Don't worry, next time you getting taxed
That's a question you ain't even gotta ask
Bitch it look like I ever seen a drought?
I got junkies waiting, foaming out the mouth
Shit I love moving this work through the south
Now I'm booming up north, word of mouth
Tryna hit the west coast and make it spread out
I'm booming up in Michigan, making plays up in Motown
Balling like Chris Webber, coach can't call a timeout
Came a long way from trapping out downtown
Had to switch it up, had to go a different route
Nowadays I'm just tryna put this music out

Fuck the industry, I go Hurricane Chris
Cruising through the bay with a lemonade bitch
I don't need FEMA I got hurricane wrist
I Can't bail my brother, they say he a flight risk
Pissed in the pot, I'm whipping lemonade bricks
Pissed on your thot now she got lemonade wrist
Got 100 shots, fuck who you came with
Pay the witness to retract a statement
The way this bitch gave me brain, swear she went to Cambridge
The way I'm beating up these babies, feel like Calvin Cambridge

Balling on you niggas like Calvin Cambridge
Got a play in tally, made a stop in Bainbridge
Me and reek shooting over 90 percent, we can't miss
Why he put me on this beat? this a sweet lick
Steph and Klay that's the last time you seen this
Everything we drop turn into championships
Fuck a record deal, I'm just tryna get rich off this

Running up them racks, I feel like Venus
My nigga told on me, I can't believe it
Crackers tryna book me like thesaurus
Got me on the run like Forrest
Trapping til I build me a three story
You know I got them babies like Maury
Milk the game and give it to my son yeah
Might move to Phoenix just to ball with all my sons yeah



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Writer(s): Durian Knight
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