| In a land where talking grand can often grant a chance to go ride that wave |
| We been rocking it often and I want the plan to popularize that name |
| But we move with the common man |
| Trying to keep a little contraband |
| Morse code on pots and pans |
| Stop to stand a plot that will not be changed |
| Gotta set a vibe and let it get through |
| These critics lie to then affect you |
| They been dead inside and they let it ride |
| To be verified by the next crew |
| We don’t sip that flavor no |
| The gimmicks lamer labor is greater so |
| You can keep that fame in the vapor bro |
| We want more than a taste of the fate you hold |
| Sell your soul for all this gold until you find your way |
| You should know that what you hold is worth |
| More than they say |
| I won’t ever ride the wave |
| You and I know that they’re dying to taste |
| Black lemonade! |
| 1st sip gets you high |
| 2nd sip lose ya mind |
| 3rd one you gone find |
| Just might not survive I |
| Had stars in my retinas |
| Billboard with black letters |
| Cellphones in my eyes |
| Highs I can’t describe |
| But the come down somehow |
| Got my soul rundown what now |
| I was unfound unsound |
| Living life on illicit compounds |
| Had a run a maze to my center |
| Now it’s strobe lights in September |
| Had to hold mics for decades |
| Just to not take a sip or even a drip or have just one taste of |
| Black lemonade! |
| Sell your soul for all this gold until you find your way |
| You should know that what you hold is worth |
| More than they say |
| I won’t ever ride the wave |
| You and I know that they’re dying to taste |
| Black lemonade! |