Wasteyout

Lemonade, lemonade, I’m blowing up and I’m sipping on lemonade
Tryna stay humble and not let it go to my head like I’m Kennedy
Melo for president, so ahead I’m overlapping candidates
My first lady is running shit and I love when she overlap my candidate, ah
Yeah, end of discussion, my niggas is bucking, they out of here, somethin'
Enough with the bluffing, we causing concussions if you let it go to your head
Don’t let the fame get ya, don’t let the fame kill ya
Go hard but you so fake, I’m an ape, I go rilla
Fuck the zookeeper, I’m a bow nigga, not an old nigga
Not a young nigga, just grown nigga
From the soil nigga, out the pot nigga
I’m so hot I might boil niggas, wooh
From the block, we were never spoiled nigga
Nah, I’m talking that fish in the foil nigga, wooh
Yeah, you see me grinding
Yeah, you see me grinding
Had to stop with the bitchin' and moanin' and all of the marijuanin'
Now they whining and dining
Number one song in the country
Celly is blinging like diamonds
I might just email Hov
I might just be like «yo, why you na try sign me yet?»
You no see said ami am best pon de globe, woah
Let me ease my flow, position myself like an easel, yo
And watch how this thing go when you work real hard and you don’t take notes
No-no-no, no-no-no, no-notes
Generate, generate, generate, all the respect that I generate
Don’t fall asleep on the hive, you don’t hear all of them bumblebees?
Buzzin' and buzzin' and buzzin', I kick in the door, time to regulate
Me and the boo eatin' good
Please stop looking at my dinner date
Tryna speak the lingo, you ain’t even Jamaican
Sak pase map bule, you niggas ain’t even Haitan
Big up my Caribbean fans
In the islands they loving the jam
Que lo que paso my Dominicans
Respect every immigrant passport
At the border, that’s what they ask for
She so gorg', my jaw hit the damn floor
I’m so hard, I guess it’s the asphalt
Oh my, oh my, oh my god
I know you know you lost
I gotta see the cost, I cannot biracial model, nah
Me need-ah
Bigger bank account before me reach the grim reaper
And this beat is killing my speaker
You don’t want war with the fam
What you gon' do, call up your mans?
Shit I’ma just call up Sharika, yeah yeah yeah
No se, no se
You know I
But
Kill a sound bwoy anytime I-I-yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I hope karma ain’t a bitch like they say
‘Cause I might make a few more enemies
Bank account ain’t nowhere near where it should be
But I’m right where I should be
Writing songs on the beach in Jamaica-aica-aica
Wish my family could be here
Thank god I have no fear of the future
Only thing I’m scared of is being scared, yeah
Do or die, El Shaddai, El Shaddai, El Shaddai
Do or die, El Shaddai, El Shaddai, I and I
Me I no waste yout, me no waste time, yeah
Me I no waste yout, me no waste time, no son