Lemons (Lemonade)

Ah, ah, all over the track Uh, pardon me, uh, as I comeback All over, all over the track Uh, pardon me, uh, as I comeback Ah, ah, all over the track Uh, pardon me, uh, as I comeback Ooh, ah, ah, all over the track Me, uh, as I comeback Ayy, more life Peng ting, a sight for sore eyes Dark days, friends were few, it's alright Turned that pain to fuel and survived Ooh, ooh, now I'm stronger Backstage in the coupe like Lorcia Spin moves in the paint like Jordan Girlfriend on her bullshit, that's Taurus Star signs, pull up and shine at Nostra GALXBOY, that's culture I've been on top for a long time Champion chips, I'm a big corn bites People say hip hop died, that's nonsense Thank God they showed they true colours Switched up piano like vultures All in my feelings, I can't conceal it I take it all the way I'm playing hard to get This life is different, it's risky business Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set Zip up the Off-White up to the neck Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set Zip up the Off-White up to the neck Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh, baby Ooh, ooh Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set Zip up the Off-White up to the neck Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set Zip up the Off-White up to the neck Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace Keep a- Nice ting with the lips and the curves in my corner A ten on my lap, Maradona I'm giving her some class Cabernet Sauvignon her When I made her gag I was going for her tonsils When I met her dad, I told him I'm an apostle Damn, that nigga is a fossil Now everything is alright (everything is alright) You see my new car right? I pulled up to the show and they was sleeping, the energy was weak I gave them some Morvite Zaba Zaba Zaba Zai Zaba Zai Always out the country I'm guess I'm a Zai Zai When they pull me over I'm black I might die No SAPS, cool drink, hi five SA, what a place to reside Tides, Durban, the ever-great side Living on the highway, pepper steak pies But black don't crack so I bet I age fine Got a little thing called ties Rolled a little called dice She roll her little things called eyes Wrote a little thing called rhymes Never told lies, you just couldn't see it with your own eyes All in my feelings, I can't conceal it I take it all the way I'm playing hard to get This life is different, it's risky business Lemons to lemonade, lemons to lemonade Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set Zip up the Off-White up to the neck Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace Tracksuit suit Versace, pull out the set Zip up the Off-White up to the neck Turn up the AC, it's hot in the sec Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace, ooh