Lemonade Lyrics

So you're saying, um, you niggas are not happy out there, man

What's that we see, man, on the gram that you posting every week

Hashtag, nice life problems. What's that about, man

We believe everything you post, I promise you. Free advice, though

Somebody throw lemons at you, man, you chop them up real good

And you make yourself some good old lemonade, my brother, Okay!

Every rapper wants to be rich and famous

I just want the riches, I don't care about the fame

Even with a pinch of salt, you couldn't sip the pain

I just want the picture, I don't care about the frame

I should dumb it down a bit, cause I think I'm really deep

Dripping is my forte, see me at the reef

Swimming with the fish, nigga, I'm a beast

Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Never really sleep, puffing on them trees

Steady on a grind, stay rolling up my sleeve

I'll be here forever, I will never leave

Your niggas are here today and tomorrow, y'all Kapeesh!

Only the dope, realer gorillas will be at peace

Slowly we go, kill us with realer melodies, please

Regenerate yourself and make the shame something to spit on

Or better, mix the pain with lime and make something to sip on

Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade, lemonade

Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade

Oh, yeah

Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade

Oh, yeah

Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade

Oh, yeah

I don't cry no more, I don't cry no more

I don't see no tears fillin' my eyes no more

It's lemonade, lemonade, lemonade, lemonade

Uh, yeah

Let me tell it like I never told the truth

I used to be a street gallivanter in my youth

Cold-ass winter, went to school with no shoes

Daddy couldn't take it, so he glorified the booze

Happiness or pain was never for me to choose

Four siblings, but I lived like I had nothing to lose

Pray for sunny days, cause when it rained, it went through the roof

Faith be the proof, all I know is G-O-D is good, for real

Everybody got a story to tell

They say before you go to heaven, man, you gotta see hell

Been to hell and back, and I even wrote a track

But I ain't seen heaven yet, G-O-D, holler back

Sad story still, I was tryna make it kill

Cause music is the only thing that made a brother feel

Like he's part of something, when nobody has to appeal

Devil had a deal, man, I'd rather suffer for the king

Hey, Jesús

Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade

Oh, yeah

I don't cry no more, I don't cry no more

I don't see no tears fillin' my eyes no more

Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade

Oh, yeah

You know, they tell you that you're old, man

You're getting old, bro

Nothing's really happening, man

You should change your profession

This music thing, it's not working for you, bro

Think about it

Be realistic

That's how they say, be realistic, man

And I'm like, realistic, huh

I'm not gonna be realistic about anything, man

I'ma take these lemons that you throw at me, man

I'ma chop them up real good

And I'ma make me some good old lemonade

Mmm, lemonade