Lemonade (Freestyle)

Yeah Yeah It's my turn It's my turn Derbo It's my turn It's Derby I got the sauce in my city Every time I put another chain on it get harder to miss me I'm shining, i'm glistening I'm from the dark side of Portsmouth But i bring the sun to my city I saw an opportunity had to get it Like I saw a fat a**, had to hit it N***as wanna copy me, trynna mimic me N***as cannot touch me, b**** ain't no feelin me Feeling me? Derbo Big opp, I'm the enemy I heard you on paper for telling stories I'll have your story turned into history I got the juice like Minute Made Lemonade, Simply I walk with a limp, that's the pimp in me Yeah I fell in love once, silly me I'm a silly rabbit that's the trick in me I showed her magic tricks I gave her silly D She gave me that look, she be tempting me Now i'm in her head like a memory And I just remembered I can't trust everybody Even some people that's kin to me I'm a become anything I say I finna be But n***as want to see you down and start kicking you (Yeah, yeah, what you finna do? huh?) I'm a up the fire n***a that's what i'm finna do My glock is named the magic stick, it get rid of you Talking over internet, let's get physical Talking on them songs, you think you lyrical? I'll have you flying n***a, hope that you spiritual Photoshop some wings on you, they missing you Man, look at what a pencil do I get it popping something like a pimple do Bullets hit you, leave you bloody like menstruals N***as hating on me but the sh*t typical N***as acting like b****s it's pitiful And other n***as acting like they tough N***as acting like they don't know what's up All that acting, n**** I had enough Hold on, let me pour some more in my cup Yeah That's that lemonade I do not f*** with the renagrade Paid, stake on my dinner plate She riding me like the interstate She riding me like she in a race I told her do better, she in second place I'm like a bomb that's detonating I do this for n***as in section 8 They say i'm so offensive like Walter Payton N***a run that shit back That was complicated N***a run that shit back Like Walter Payton when he played for Chicago in 1980 Man i'm running this beat like i'm out of patience Man i'm giving y'all heat, knowing y'all can't take it Still s****** on the beat like i'm constipated Still counting up my money, broke the calculator She calling me but I blocked her She on the phone with the operator Let me tell you bout' this chick I was f****** 2018 Bout' the end of the summer Knocking em out, I won't worried bout' nothing I almost got into an altercation With her baby daddy, or baby maybe He was just mad bout' our hanky panky I gave her back after I gave her sack They happy now, I forgot to thank him Her p**** was stanking, that shit cranking She wanted me to eat it, b**** the f*** you thinking? (Hahaha) The f*** you thinking? Hit you with the .40 Ronald Regan, b*** I get it popping something like a pimple do Bullets hit you, leave you bloody like menstruals N***as hating on me but the sh*t typical N***as acting like b****s it's pityful And other n***as acting like they tough N***as acting like they don't know what's up All that acting, n**** I had enough Hold on, let me pour some more in my cup Yeah That's that lemonade I do not f*** with the renagrade Paid, stake on my dinner plate She riding me like the interstate She riding me like she in a race I told her do better, she in second place I'm like a bomb that's detonating I do this for n***as in section 8