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Lean & Lemonade
88
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lean & Lemonade was released on May 29, 2026 by Lost EmotionZ as a part of the album Surviving 17
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Release DateMay 29, 2026
LabelLost EmotionZ
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duvy
Duvy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tafari Minott
Tafari Minott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AG
AG
Producer

Lyrics

My life is like the lottery (Go crazy, AG)
You know I'm the ticket
Better play it smart with me, we'll leave you missin'
I don't know what you was thinkin' 'bout, we was keepin' distant
I was out sellin' drugs, but I got bronem big pimpin'
Grab my blicky, shoot, that my instinct
Dare a pussy act brazy, we start pistol whippin' shit
I might do the lean with lemonade, this a different mix
This life we live, these people talk
Avoid the raids, don't want 'em coming in
Don't ever slide or send a rookie
Top shottas, blood'nem veterans
Geeked up, play with the extendos in the crib, we started measurin'
Probably can't turn my back on 'round you, gotta question it
For all the times they turn they back on me, I 'member it
I still wake up every morning like, "How it get like this?"
I just hope the life I live don't end like this
That **** dead, shawty
You stuck up on the dead, boy don't exist
You got a real problem
Know a **** tried go for a robbery, caught a real body
Drill, that's a real hobby
Pills, I need to stop 'em
We change the weather any season, we still marchin'
You gotta sit back and ask why I'm the topic
I don't usually say a word, but I'm in the most politics
I just know in streets, you keep it G, you bringin' pressure on the net
Shooters stop, there's a shot clock, shoot, he so wet
We was ballin' out in Brooklyn, need a contract with the Nets
Contract killers take your head
The police tried to box us in, the gang, we fled
It's hard to find real love, need money, that don't end
It's somethin' 'bout the blue cheese, and I love dead presidents
You gon' die with 'em, you a daredevil, let him in
There be so much dead opps, why you scared to post your friend?
My block gone, they say you the last of the dying breed
I was a young ****, had the big bros, meant so much to me
You know we standin' on legacy, you gon' remember me
You know a lot shots fly when you mention beef
Fuck it, mention me
Suits after bloody scenes
Yeah, this that slums talk
In my bag, Goyard
You got so much time, remain solid
This that drug talk, could get the birds off
What you folks want? Want pockets so large
They complain 'bout that odour
They just need so much
So much numbers, gotta stay focused in here
If we brothers, this ain't nothin', we always share
So intoxicated, I need my vision clear
Grab my blicky, shoot, that my instinct
Dare a pussy act brazy, we start pistol whippin' shit
I might do the lean with lemonade, this a different mix
This life we live, these people talk
Avoid the raids, don't want 'em coming in
Don't ever slide or send a rookie
Top shottas, blood'nem veterans
Geeked up, play with the extendos in the crib, we started measurin'
Probably can't turn my back on 'round you, gotta question it
For all the times they turn they back on me, I 'member it
I still wake up every morning like, "How it get like this?"
I just hope the life I live don't end like this
That **** dead, shawty
You stuck up on the dead, boy don't exist
You got a real problem
Know a **** tried go for a robbery, caught a real body
Written by: Tafari Minott
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