Sour On My Tongue

[Intro]
Lemon juice
Drip-drip
(acid on the lip, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Face twist up, that sting so cruel
Couple seeds in the glass, I still sip, play it cool
Got that pulp in my grind, that rough-cut truth
Every bar citrus sharp, cut straight through the roof
Breakfast table kid, squeezing hard on the rim
Sticky fingers on the counter, sunlight getting dim
Mama yelling, "Use a spoon," I just drink from the cup
All that sour in my chest, had me leveling up
[Chorus]
Lemon juice, on my tongue
Burn my throat, fill my lungs
If it’s bitter, I turn it into fuel
Make that sour taste sweet when I move (when I move)
Lemon juice, in the cut
If life stings, I don’t run
Got a whole jar waiting in the fridge
I just sip, make a hit out the drip
[Verse 2]
Whole squad in the kitchen, plastic cups on the line
We was selling twenty cents, like a hustle in its prime
Yellow stains on the shirt, but the pockets got fat
Rain clouds overhead, still we never fell back
Now my flow same flavor, little burn, then it cleans
Cut the sugar-coated talk, wash it out of the scene
If they hand me raw pain, I just twist, let it loose
Turn a heartbreak, hard day, to a shot—lemon juice
[Chorus]
Lemon juice, on my tongue
Burn my throat, fill my lungs
If it’s bitter, I turn it into fuel
Make that sour taste sweet when I move (yeah, when I move)
Lemon juice, in the cut
If life stings, I don’t run
Got a whole jar waiting in the fridge
I just sip, make a hit out the drip (let it drip)

rap, Crunchy boom-bap drums with deep, rubbery bass and tight vinyl chops; male vocals spitting nimble, playful bars. Hook explodes with stacked gang chants and call-and-response ad-libs, verses stay close and conversational. Occasional filtered drops on the beat to let punchlines land, then slam back in with extra percussion for the final chorus.