Lemonade - WSTRN

It’s that, motivated

Hustle

Motivated hustle

Bro, this off the muscle

Weight all on my shoulders, I can’t focus on the trouble

Weighing heavy on my heart

'Cause I’d be bench-pressing on the metal

Done dirt, homie, go and get the Dettol

Still clean-hearted

Now it seems half the scene’s charted, off what we started

I ain’t dimming n****s though, they know how we spark it

If you ain’t making hits, how do you meet targets?

Tryna increase margins

But it’s hard to be legit and pay the rent

On the way home tryna figure how much money I spent

She ain’t gone nowhere

But my girl told me she’s coming again

Shit, I’m getting qweffed

If you want, behind your dress

Getting inked up

While my brother in the pen

What you think, cuz?

They just fucking with your head

Since we linked up

Nothing but trouble for the ends

I can’t put my life in 16 bars cause it’d be large, n****

My life’s a movie but you know I play my part, n****

You could do it, just depends on what’s in your heart, n****

I’m shedding light because I’m coming from the dark, n****

Elevation, don’t be stuck in preservation

See my old scales?

I had to start re-calibrating

Simple elementary where numbers calculating

Burners on my brain got me burning on the sage

Life is priceless so how you feeling worthless at this age, huh?

I can’t tell you my story in a sixteen

From the sticks to the bricks

You could sow seeds

From a drop to a stream, feed the whole team

When they release my bro

We ain’t never going back to being broke

Still n****s rob me, can’t get away from the store (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Yeah, I just pray for change

Life was sour now I’m mixing up this lemonade

(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

It’s only real shit so we say it

(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

You made that bed so now you lay in it

Ah, ay yo

Hustle motivated

My hustle motivated

Dusting in the third lane, I’m puffing on the flavours

Trick-tronic shifting

It ain’t nothing for a spaceship

Catch me if you can

Switch gears, 6 in

Then it’s Madeleine McCann

I’m allocating time, that’s how balance all them plans

Due to lack of options, started balancing the grams

Only God can judge me, not a man with gavel in his 'and

It’s madness where I’m—

Ay yo, there’s passion in my raps

Spin a verse like it’s discus

Pussies keep on lying through their whiskers

Chinese whispers

So I keep present like it’s Christmas

Free all of my hittas, that’s my wish list

This is

Nothing like you heard before

Show the same you when them curtains drawn

Had rainy days, I could find my storm

Had to persevere, wilder in my early years

Now I’m getting older, I have to show you on the surfaces

Shit

I can’t tell you my story in a sixteen

From the sticks to the bricks

You could sow seeds

From a drop to a stream, feed the whole team

When they release my bro

We ain’t never going back to being broke

Still n****s rob me, can’t get away from the store (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Yeah, I just pray for change

Life was sour now I’m mixing up this lemonade

(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

It’s only real shit so we say it

(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

You made that bed so now you lay in it

You made that bed so now you lay in it

You made that bed so now you lay in it

«Yo, yo, yo, it’s ya boy Akelle.

I just wanna big up my bruddas Haile and Louis

for holding it down while I been gone.

Back soon, ya dun kno.

WSTRN season,

part two.»

It’s WSTRN season, we don’t need a reason!