Lemonade Stand

Verse 1:
Send her back send her back they chant/
Ku Klux Klan cops killin' all the kids/
Hands on the wheel put ya' Ls on the dash/
Lock you up in jail need the bail, get the cash/
And now I ain’t really woke or political dog/
But why I’m thinkin' bout the Ops when I sit in the mosque/
They ran on Carolina 9's and a synagogue/
I was probably up and home eatin' cinnamon toast/
Posted at the function trippin' and the sinning men toast/
Thugs clever with Barettas packing Nina Simone’s/
My weapon is the words this Rosetta with Stone/
I be thinkin' bout it all when I’m hittin' the roach/
I be thinkin' bout my moms when I’m deep in the prayers/
I bе thinkin' bout the bars when I put it in air/
If you wish upon a Star, know that life ain’t fair/
If you living in thе dark then the light seem clear, huh/

Hook 1:
Fresh squeezed, fresh squeezed lemons/
Scrolling down my feed, do I need weapons/
Fresh squeezed, fresh squeezed lemons/
Scrolling down my feed, do I need weapons/
Need change like a lemonade stand/
Tears in they eyes and they head in they hands/
Ice raid complicated blood on they hands/
Ice cold, concentrated Minute Maid cans/

Verse 2:
Yeah we need change like the merch table poppin'/
Lead in the pipes, dirt stain the water/
Tax dollars starve us, money first pay the coppers/
Lions in the jungle like a birthday in August/
Walk up in the clinic, Earth strain proper/
Corporations profit but the kids still locked up/
Orchestrate the problems, and they sell us pill poppin'/
Workin' on ya problems, sell ya soul (sole) like Stock X/
Hard to feel good when the timeline depressing/
So I hide in a session with the fire in my chest and/
Get it live never question. Catch a vibe and a blessing/
No I ain’t Cole (Coal) but a diamond in pressure/
Studying in the game, student debt on ya' shoulders/
Muddying ya' name, better check cancel culture/
Steady my aim, play the game with the focus/
Let these haters know that the lames never broke us/

Hook 2:
Fresh squeezed, fresh squeezed lemons/
Scrolling down my feed, do I need weapons/
Fresh squeezed, fresh squeezed lemons/
Scrolling down my feed, do I need weapons/
Need change like a lemonade stand/
Tears in they eyes and they head in they hands/
Ice raid complicated blood on they hands/
Ice cold, concentrated Minute Maid cans/

Verse 3:
Every day I feel La Soul, like Posdnuos/
Everybody run angles, hypotenuse/
But maybe I'm just paranoid, pot-in-use/
Throwin' jabs like Zab, but I'm Kostya Tszyu/
Free the beast from the cage, it could cost the zoo/
Plus Seeb never do what impostors do/
Trendy with the algorithms, opportune/
Until the fat lady sing another Opera tune/
Yo, I feel like Q when he got the juice/
He was fightin' on the roof when Pac was threw/
We know he got Steel, but he dropped the tool/
Some street cred faker than Fox with news/
I was rollin' with the homies gonna' cop some food/
Got followed by the narcs and they stopped us too/
They was talkin' like some state funded prostitutes/
Keep your hands on the wheel or the cops will shoot/
(Gun shot)
Suspended with pay, they don't fire cops/
Power trippin' off the chrome, no Firefox/
Hard to stay woke when we tired, akh/
And if your views stay neutral, the tires stop/
Go, go...On the count of three/
Everybody run back to your sanity/
I ain't fuckin' with no bullshit from Hanity/
Are you rappin' for the lights or the vanity?/

Hook 3:
Fresh squeezed, fresh squeezed lemons/
Scrolling down my feed, do I need weapons/
Fresh squeezed, fresh squeezed lemons/
Scrolling down my feed, do I need weapons/
Need change like a lemonade stand/
Tears in they eyes and they head in they hands/
Ice raid complicated blood on they hands/
Ice cold, concentrated Minute Maid cans/