Action Bronson - Bronson Hard Lemonade lyrics

Uh bronson, Bronson
I'll rhyme over any motherfucking beat, man
You don't wanna hear no 90's shit
You wanna hear some new shit, right?
Aight ayo

I spit this fiends around the corner standing
In times of need, nobody panic
Just live off the land
I'm never stopping 'til my jacket
Made of slaughtered lamb
I'm thinking small just like
My daughter's hands
The ginger ale inside the yanky cup
I drink it lincoln Continental suicide is
How I'm thinking
Got the cause they smell the reefer
Fuck that pulling over, with my sneaker
Fuck it, twist up another purple cigarette
I'm in the shadow it's gorgeous
I'm having people paint my portrats
I am one of a kind
You just the same tree in the forest
Money in pouches, ike a
Smoke an orange flower from that
I cop my flowrest shorty's a milk chocolate
And I'm like Walker
A slick talker, street straight up New Yorker
You know we rolling
Smoking weed all on the highway
Fuck what a hater gotta say, I do it my way
Never giving up my dreams, never gon stop
I give it all just to live this life