Lemons (Lemonade) - AKA ft. Nasty C

Al, l ah, all over the track

Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!

Al, l ah, all over the track

Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!

Al, l ah, all over the track

Uh pardon me uh, as I comeback!

Al, l ah, all over the track

Uh pardon 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, ama big corn bites

People say "Hip hop died", that's nonsense

Thank God they showed their true colours

Switched up piano like vultures

All in my feelings, I can't conceal it

I take it all the way

I'm playin' 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 A/C, it's hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set

Zip up the Off-White up to the neck

Turn up the A/C, 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 A/C, it's hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set

Zip up the Off-White up to the neck

Turn up the A/C, it's hot in the sec (Yeah)

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 givin' her some class, Cabernet Sauvignon her

When I made her gag I was goin' for her tonsils

When I met her dad, I told him I'm an apostle

Damn, that nigga's a fossil

Now everything is alright (Everything is alright)

You see my new car right?

I pulled up to the show and they was sleepin'

The energy was weak, I gave them some Morvite

Zaba Zaba Zaba Zai Zaba Zai

Always out the country, guess I'm a zai-zai

When they pull me over, I'm black I might die

No SAPS, cool drink, high five

SA, what a place to reside

Tides, Durban, the ever-great side (Side)

Livin' on the highway, pepper steak pies

But black don't crack so I bet I age fine (Age fine)

Got a little thing called ties (Yeah)

Rolled a little thing 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 playin' 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 A/C, it's hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Tracksuit Versace, pull out the set

Zip up the Off-White up to the neck

Turn up the A/C, it's hot in the sec

Call up the slay queens, pour out the Ace

Ooh