Lemonade - Shadow

I pour this drink up in my cup and then we sippin'

Rock up to your party, hit the food and then we dippin'

I will never tell, even if I’m caught slippin'

Trappin' out hotels 'cause my girlfriend always trippin'

Like homie, you should listen

Words from a wise guy

They will always fail to reach the top, but when I try

Out here in the streets, got connections like it’s wifi

Everybody hatin' on the kids up in the limelight

Like brother, get your rhymes right

I do it proper

Loose lip, sink ships, never talk to coppers

Circle stay small, still get it with my brothers

Never will I fall 'cause of size, that’s on mothers

Was trappin', gettin' hunnids, turn it into thousands

No high-vis', music payin', now I’m loungin'

Say you got the drip, go compare that to a fountain

Come to your show, shut it down and then we bouncin'

Homie, this is O-D from the O-Z, no ounces

Crops get chopped, still stinkin' out houses

My old mate got the menu, so we browsin'

Don’t talk, keep your mouth shut when I’m countin'

Uh

You see them hatin' on my grind, but I’m still gettin' paid

My teachers told me, «Pick it up», I need some better grades

The match was getting great from all the grams I ever weighed

When life gives you lemons, I was told to make some lemonade

You see them hatin' on my grind, but I’m still gettin' paid

My teachers told me, «Pick it up», I need some better grades

The match was getting great from all the grams I ever weighed

When life gives you lemons, I was told to make some lemonade

Trap rap, with these fat stacks in my backpack

Everybody dealin' but they do it for the Snapchat

I run the ball, you need a cricket mitt to catch that

I’m tryna find my way, like a Navman

Yes, I’m on a journey

Out to find the MILFs in they 30s

Never liked 'em young 'cause old Ds keep her dirty breasts perky

Feel her then she saying, «Don't hurt me»

But them big girls don’t cry like Fergie

'Cause cuzzie, it’s the takeover

The whole gang up in the Range Rover

Bass hangin' out the window with a flamethrower

We on the rise, but it’s hard for me to stay sober

I love my missus but the Mary always stay closer

Like hold up, l-let me hit that

If it ain’t the Cali, you can go and have your shit back

Dinner with the plug, 'cause he happy how we flip packs

Girls in the club keep mistakin' me for Nic Nat

Yeah, yeah, the West Coast Eagles

Yeah, I play for them

Yeah, ruckman

You know, big black guy?

Feel my dreads, swear to God

Nic Nat

Ah, shit

You see them hatin' on my grind, but I’m still gettin' paid

My teachers told me, «Pick it up», I need some better grades

The match was getting great from all the grams I ever weighed

When life gives you lemons, I was told to make some lemonade

You see them hatin' on my grind, but I’m still gettin' paid

My teachers told me, «Pick it up», I need some better grades

The match was getting great from all the grams I ever weighed

When life gives you lemons, I was told to make some lemonade

N to the E to the R-V