Lyrical Lemonade ft. G. Code & 3rd Rell Lyrics

It's G. Code

Third Rell with me

Back at it

I see a hater it's see ya later I got to get it

Cause I remember times when I ain't have a pot to piss in

Stayed optimistic regardless despite the opposition

Cause when I got I pop it shit ain't no opp I'm missing

I'm on a mission fuck a hater clip is dumb extended

So don't be acting stupid ruler teach em asked ya tutor

See lately shit ain't adding up I guess we masking up

Man we never ask for much just tell em bag it up

Look I get the pound, and bus it down then in the ville with it

No time to politic just trap and make these dollars flip

These niggas counterfeit I peep it don't acknowledge it nah

I'm with my bros we follow code you gotta honor it

You got it or you don't, ain't nothing to teach dummy

Give a fuck bout showing love most niggas just leech from me

So ain't about a dollar broke nigga don't speak to me

Usually riding by myself if not I got some G's with me

When I'm ride shit I'm riding with me homies

When I'm on the block trapping feeling like an OG

Sippen on the Henny or the Remy for the drink

Man I got some haters give a fuck bout what they think

When I'm ride shit I'm riding with me homies

When I'm on the block trapping feeling like an OG

Sippen on the Henny or the Remy for the drink

Man I got some haters give a fuck bout what they think

They passive aggressive when asking them questions

Get mad when corrected

Top of my class gripping this pen I ain't asked to be tested

But class is in session

Sit yo ass at your desk and focus on passing this

They passive aggressive when asking them questions

Get mad when corrected

Top of my class gripping this pen I ain't asked to be tested

But class is in session

Sit yo ass at your desk and focus on passing this lesson

While I'm yelling out fuck the world with a massive erection

Better grab some protection

We have the right to bear arms they harass and arrest us

So take your shot don't drop the ball like a bad interception

Got some photos of dead homies to add to the dresser

RIP all I see is the bullshit

Fist fights and shoot outs, youngins taking a new route

OG coming home and advising them all to cool out

They walking with the tool out your granny ready to move out

Relocate to another state

Ain't nobody safe in the 97 tre we just pray for better days

This for all my niggas who tried hard but was let a stray

Can't see the sun rise cause waking up behind metal gates

Doing numbers on the back of football jerseys

All because of peer pressure, the fear let cha

Turn into a monster who appear as to care lesser

If your younger self can see you now he would stare at you, unfamiliar

When I'm ride shit I'm riding with me homies

When I'm on the block trapping feeling like an OG

Sippen on the Henny or the Remy for the drink

Man I got some haters give a fuck bout what they think

When I'm ride shit I'm riding with me homies

When I'm on the block trapping feeling like an OG

Sippen on the Henny or the Remy for the drink

Man I got some haters give a fuck bout what they think