Lemonayde

I am blessed from my head to my ankles
Putting on for my kids they my angels
Chucking sevens and them L's in the air
Probably wondering what we drink over here

That Lemonayde
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Chucking sevens and them L's in the air
Down for mines
Don't you do it don't you dare

Aye pimp peep the suit
Swag dripping like juice
Gotta hundred mill on my brain cells
Tryna touch it like a masseuse

Had to rebuild my whole foundation
Cause a bomb went off and that's cool
What's a fire alarm to a wired bomb
When I set light to this fuse

I don't renegotiate moves
These people pressed to get sued
I ain't rich yet and don't know when I'll be
But I'll blow a rack on some food

Got extra sauce when I went to Philly
Got radio play from Wu
Now Lemonayde is my theme song
Not Hennything Is Possible

Hell yeah Hell yeah

I know you want some
Gone pour it in your cup

Hell yeah Hell yeah
The Kool-Aid man with Patron and a blunt
Hell yeah Hell yeah

I manifested while they kept rejecting
Went from "man I'm stressing" to "accept this blessing"
Now the man upstairs be witnessing me flexing
I projected what I made it seem in seconds

I am blessed from my head to my ankles
Putting on for my kids they my angels
Chucking sevens and them L's in the air
Probably wondering what we drink over here

That Lemonayde
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Chucking sevens and them L's in the air
Down for mines
Don't you do it don't you dare

And I said, "Fuck what your man think"
Truly
No can drink
Back when pops had a GT
I was still dripping like candy paint

Hell I was really pulling up
On a mountain bike or a skateboard
Watching Jackass with a stack of cash
We had stole straight from the 8th floor

What they expect I'm after a check
Nothing more nothing less high vibes low stress
Pouring liquor in my cup like a shot of express
Low key with the shooters like I spot up with Steph

I'll take a charge I be going hard in the paint
Check my background nigga not as soft as you think
Lay the Smackdown on you don't be thinking I cant
Just watch where you going don't be spilling my drink

Building revenue
Incomes for a better view
They use to hate now they seeing what a seven do
I bossed up like Mario on level two
Sorry I ain't ever sorry smoking medical

Chucking everything to the Most High
Low tides mixed in with some Lo-Fi
Oh my this guy gotta bow tie
So high energy just won't die

I am blessed from my head to my ankles
Putting on for my kids they my angels
Chucking sevens and them L's in the air
Probably wondering what we drink over here

That Lemonayde
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Chucking sevens and them L's in the air
Down for mines
Don't you do it don't you dare