Vince Staples, Ty Dolla $ign - LEMONADE Lyrics

Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go, we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go, we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go, we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go, we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet

Yeah, money talks, broke niggas talk louder (yeah)
That's why they face so sour (yeah)
Ain't shit sweet, ask Suga Free (ayy, Suga Free)
Still bust a nigga head, it's the hood in me (ayy)
From the ghetto, by the beach, bullets in the breeze (from the hood)
I got million dollar dreams, I got nigga needs (I'm the hood)
Baby, from around the way, so she feelin' me (Yeah)
Wanna get with me, make a memory (Yeah)
Think she tryna set me up
She send a late night text sayin', "Let's meet up" (hell no)
No way, I heard you kick it with the enemies (no way)
And if a nigga think I'm slippin' then he gettin' wings
XD, 4-O with the lemon squeeze (bang)
Hold seventeen, clutch it, I'ma air the scene
Sweet dreams (Yeah)
Trippin' on everything (On the hood)
Really with it, so you better be, ayy (yeah)

Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go, we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go, we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go, we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go, we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet (hey, tell 'em where you from)

I come from where everybody thirsty (thirsty)
Got some money, now these niggas wanna hurt me (tell me why?)
How another nigga gettin' to it get you mad? (ayy, get a bag)
You should go and get some Ms 'fore I get you crashed
Really livin' fast, die young by the gun
We don't wanna know your name, tell us where you from (hey, tell me where you from?)
I done ran it up a M, but it's not enough (yeah, homie)
Used to kick it in they hood 'til we shot it up (yeah, homie)
Ayy, it's no friends in the gangland (no friends)
Started with a skateboard and a spray can
Pull up on they main block, goin' Rain Man (bah)
Money talks, Crips walk, niggas ain't playin'
Heavy steppin' if I wanna get to Heaven
I'ma have to hit the gate, did too many 211s
Tryna break that bank like ScHoolboy said
Won't stop 'til the whole hood fed
On my granny grave (Yeah, yeah)

Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go, we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go, we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (lemonade)
Nowhere to go, we in the shade (in the shade)
Nowhere to go, we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet

Ice cold, baby, ice cold
They think I'm pimpin', baby
Summertime in the L-B
Oh, what a feelin', baby
Bittersweet, yeah, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Summertime in the shade (lemonade)
Ice cold lemonade
Summertime in the shade
Feelin' like, feelin' like
Ice cold lemonade, yeah
Summertime in the shade
Ice cold lemonade
Feelin' like, feelin' like