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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
LeKen Taylor
LeKen Taylor
Programming
Sean Matsukawa
Sean Matsukawa
Programming
Yori Smith
Yori Smith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LeKen Taylor
LeKen Taylor
Songwriter
Joseph Luis Ramirez III
Joseph Luis Ramirez III
Songwriter
Yori Smith
Yori Smith
Songwriter
Justin Ryan Garner
Justin Ryan Garner
Songwriter
Kevin Richard Beggs
Kevin Richard Beggs
Songwriter
Thomas Solis
Thomas Solis
Songwriter
Dashawn White
Dashawn White
Songwriter
Joseph Charles
Joseph Charles
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LeKen Taylor
LeKen Taylor
Producer
Beat Gang
Beat Gang
Producer
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Matsukawa
Sean Matsukawa
Co-Producer
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Yori Smith
Yori Smith
Producer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Recording Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Joey Ram
Joey Ram
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Feeling like ice cold lemonade
Nowhere to go when we in the shade
Nowhere to go when we in the cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feeling like ice cold lemonade
Nowhere to go when we in the shade
Nowhere to go when we in the cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Money talk, broke **** talk louder (Yeah)
That's why they face so sour
Ain't shit sweet, ask Suga Free (Aye, Suga Free)
Still bust a **** head, it's the hood in me (Hey)
From the ghetto by the beach, bullets in the breeze
I got million dollar dreams, I got **** needs
Baby from around the way say she feeling me
Wanna get with me, make the memory
Think she tryna set me up
She sent a late night text saying, "Let's meet up"
No way, I heard you kick it with the enemies (No way)
And if a **** think I'm slippin then he getting wings
XD. 40 with the lemon squeeze (Bang)
Hold seventeen, clutch it I'ma air the scene
Sweet dreams, trippin' on everything (On the hood)
Really wit it, so you better be, aye (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Feeling like ice cold lemonade
Nowhere to go when we in the shade
Nowhere to go when we in the cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feeling like ice cold lemonade
Nowhere to go when we in the shade
Nowhere to go when we in the cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet (Aye, tell 'em where you from)
[Verse 4]
I come from where everybody thirsty (Thirsty)
Got some money now these **** wanna hurt me (Tell me, why?)
How another **** getting to it get you mad?
You should go and get some cash 'fore I get you crash
Really living fast, die young by the gun
We don't wanna know your name, tell us where you from
I done ran it up, an M but it's not enough
Used to kick it in they hood till we shot it up, aye
It's no friends in the gangland
Started with a skateboard and a spraycan
Pull up on they main block going Rain Man
Money talks, Crips walk, **** ain't playing
Heavy stepping if I wanna get to Heaven
I'ma have to hit the gate, did too many 211's
Tryna break that bank like ScHoolboy said
Won't stop till the whole hood fed, on my granny's grave (Yeah)
[Verse 5]
Feeling like ice cold lemonade
Nowhere to go when we in the shade
Nowhere to go when we in the cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet
Feeling like ice cold lemonade
Nowhere to go when we in the shade
Nowhere to go when we in the cage
Sometimes life tastes bittersweet (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
Ice cold, baby, ice cold
They think I'm pippin', baby
Summertime in the LB
Oh, what a feeling, baby
But it's for you, yeah, ooh-ooh, oh
[Verse 7]
Summertime in the shade (Lemonade)
Ice cold lemonade
Summertime in the shade
Feeling like, feeling like
Ice cold lemonade, yeah
Summertime in the shade
Ice cold lemonade
Feeling like, feeling like
Written by: Tyrone Griffin, Joseph Luis Ramirez III, LeKen Taylor, Vince Staples, Yori Smith
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