"Lemonade" lyrics
Yeah, uh-oh
Haha, Bizzle
God Over Money, let's go
Bring in the bassline but hold the snare back
Let the kick ride and lean your chair back
I mean, your seat back, now go on and throw the stick shift
To where D at and rode 'til your D's crack
—itch, Bizzle when I'm feeling like I'ma eyeball off in this game
Got ticked and I just walked in and spit it like I was hawking it in rain
But I'm not that usual cat that you hear on the Internet
Talk about the money, cars and the clothes, and the crib when I never did get a check
'Cause that ain't how I'm living yet, but if you'll allow me to interject
'Cause even if ain't get it, as long as I'm living, I'm what you'd consider blessed
Yes, see, the media lies, feeding your mind, the evil inside
Deals, it got you thinking in pride, but your mind should be on things in the sky
Yeah, like "What? You ain't smoke it?" ("Huh?")
"I know at least you drank, huh? No? Is you joking?" ("No?")
"I know at least you beat, huh? No? You ain't poke it?" ("What?")
Knowing if you'd leave me 'lone, I am tryna live holy, and you ain't helping (Yeah)
Everybody wants to be a sinner
'Cause Hollywood is making it synonymous with "winner"
They painting this picture like if you living right, you a loser (Pain)
But really, they're just tryna confuse ya
You wanna get high? You wanna get drunk? (High, drunk)
You wanna get all? You do you, I'll be doing God' (All)
I give Him my life, if you willing to try (Life, try)
Come, but if you not, that ain't what I'll be doing, God (God)
All I ever wanted to be was a rap star
How you be a rap star? Gotta drive that car
Gotta sip Patrón, whip a Rode full of bad broads
Tell 'em all you pack a ratchet and your cash mad long
Tell 'em how you balling and let 'em know they ain't hot
Then you gotta tell 'em what you have that they ain't got
Tell 'em you a gangster, pick a set, any set
Pay 'em just to hang with 'em, that should you plenty cred
Tell 'em unless you a sinner, you lame
And you may lose your deal if you ever decide to change, true game
That's just how the game go, everybody does it
Just appeal to their bad side and everyone'll love it
Everybody wants to be a sinner
'Cause Hollywood is making it synonymous with "winner"
They painting this picture like if you living right, you a loser (Pain)
But really, they're just tryna confuse ya
You wanna get high? You wanna get drunk? (High, drunk)
You wanna get all? You do you, I'll be doing God' (All)
I give Him my life, if you willing to try (Life, try)
Come, but if you not, that ain't what I'll be doing, God (God)
Haha, Bizzle
God Over Money, let's go
Bring in the bassline but hold the snare back
Let the kick ride and lean your chair back
I mean, your seat back, now go on and throw the stick shift
To where D at and rode 'til your D's crack
—itch, Bizzle when I'm feeling like I'ma eyeball off in this game
Got ticked and I just walked in and spit it like I was hawking it in rain
But I'm not that usual cat that you hear on the Internet
Talk about the money, cars and the clothes, and the crib when I never did get a check
'Cause that ain't how I'm living yet, but if you'll allow me to interject
'Cause even if ain't get it, as long as I'm living, I'm what you'd consider blessed
Yes, see, the media lies, feeding your mind, the evil inside
Deals, it got you thinking in pride, but your mind should be on things in the sky
Yeah, like "What? You ain't smoke it?" ("Huh?")
"I know at least you drank, huh? No? Is you joking?" ("No?")
"I know at least you beat, huh? No? You ain't poke it?" ("What?")
Knowing if you'd leave me 'lone, I am tryna live holy, and you ain't helping (Yeah)
Everybody wants to be a sinner
'Cause Hollywood is making it synonymous with "winner"
They painting this picture like if you living right, you a loser (Pain)
But really, they're just tryna confuse ya
You wanna get high? You wanna get drunk? (High, drunk)
You wanna get all? You do you, I'll be doing God' (All)
I give Him my life, if you willing to try (Life, try)
Come, but if you not, that ain't what I'll be doing, God (God)
All I ever wanted to be was a rap star
How you be a rap star? Gotta drive that car
Gotta sip Patrón, whip a Rode full of bad broads
Tell 'em all you pack a ratchet and your cash mad long
Tell 'em how you balling and let 'em know they ain't hot
Then you gotta tell 'em what you have that they ain't got
Tell 'em you a gangster, pick a set, any set
Pay 'em just to hang with 'em, that should you plenty cred
Tell 'em unless you a sinner, you lame
And you may lose your deal if you ever decide to change, true game
That's just how the game go, everybody does it
Just appeal to their bad side and everyone'll love it
Everybody wants to be a sinner
'Cause Hollywood is making it synonymous with "winner"
They painting this picture like if you living right, you a loser (Pain)
But really, they're just tryna confuse ya
You wanna get high? You wanna get drunk? (High, drunk)
You wanna get all? You do you, I'll be doing God' (All)
I give Him my life, if you willing to try (Life, try)
Come, but if you not, that ain't what I'll be doing, God (God)
