LEMONADE Vince Staples & Ty Dolla $ign

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Feelin' like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade)
Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade)
Nowhere to go when we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feelin’ like ice cold lemonade (Lemonade)
Nowhere to go when we in the shade (In the shade)
Nowhere to go when we in a cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet

[Verse 1: Vince Staples & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, money talk, broke niggas talk louder (Yeah)
That's why they face so sour (Yeah)
Ain't shit sweet, ask Suga Free (Ask Suga Free)
Still bust a nigga head, that’s the hood in me (Hey)
From the ghetto, by the beach, bullets in a breeze (From the hood)
I got million dollar dreams, I got nigga needs (I'm the hood)
Baby, from around the way, say she feelin' me (Yeah)
Wanna get with me, make a memory (Yeah)
Think she's 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. 40 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)