[Wrekonize]

In a land where talking grand can often grant a chance to go ride that wave

We been rocking it often and I want the plan to popularize that name

But we move with the common man

Trying to keep a little contraband

Morse code on pots and pans

Stop to stand a plot that will not be changed

Gotta set a vibe and let it get through

These critics lie to then affect you

They been dead inside and they let it ride

To be verified by the next crew

We don't sip that flavor no

The gimmicks lamеr labor is greater so

You can keep that fame in thе vapor bro

We want more than a taste of the fate you hold

[Chorus]

Sell your soul for all this gold until you find your way

You should know that what you hold is worth

More than they say

I won't ever ride the wave

You and I know that they're dying to taste

Black lemonade!

[Bernz]

1st sip gets you high

2nd sip lose ya mind

3rd one you gone find

Just might not survive I

Had stars in my retinas

Billboard with black letters

Cellphones in my eyes

Highs I can't describe

But the come down somehow

Got my soul rundown what now

I was unfound unsound

Living life on illicit compounds

Had a run a maze to my center

Now it's strobe lights in September

Had to hold mics for decades

Just to not take a sip or even a drip or have just one taste of

Black lemonade!

[Chorus]

Sell your soul for all this gold until you find your way

You should know that what you hold is worth

More than they say

I won't ever ride the wave

You and I know that they're dying to taste

Black lemonade!