Sail
This is a real rappers theme musicBitch sing to itThis how you cook up some dope with no powderDon’t turn on that stove just turn this shit up louderBlack Eddie BauerMask on my face like I’m ready to take what is yours cause it’s oursY'all stole my style I shit on you like bowelsAnd take all your princesses bitch I am BowserFuck super powers I got this weedGun on my hip now that’s all that I needI don’t play games man I’m not in no leagueAnd I don’t drop no names but bitch I am from Cle-velandDamn someone tell Britney we did it againI hear Pooh Gutta acquitted againAnd my bank account holding 6 digits againPour up some HennThis for the ones who ain’t make itThis for the ones who ain’t make itFocus your lens point it at me and see greatnessPoint it at me and see greatnessRay need a BenzDub needa all black MercedesTezo need all white he racistBut homie I’m SayinI need a penthouse that’s vacantA-rab money “Salaam-Alaikum"The beast is awaken pick up your shottyMy bitch is a murderer she got a bodyShe got that brain summa cum laudeMy city the jungle don’t take that safariIt’s lions it’s tigersGangsters disciplesLords Judas it’s shanks and them riflesWhores who swear that they live by the bibleAnd friends who think they deserve more then they titled and thats why I…
SailUp out of the ghetto away from the mornings where snow in that shovelSailUp out of this level I’m tryna be number one why would I settleSailGone to theNew world no Pinta no nina no Santa MariaStill keep it hood with my pia sippin Carlos Rossi sangria
UhDrank in my cupWorking my wrist I be spankin my slutJuggle my nuts use your two hands while I juggle these fucksBut thats zero it’s noneMy hands busy holding middle fingers upI don’t two things that’s love and it’s trustAnd I don’t hate y'all I’m just fuckin with usAnd thats word to Nipsey my hustles mean I can sell bats to Ken GriffeyI’m like Lionel RichieMy fans got me touring till 2050The cycle is evilThese verses for TinoOn top of my peopleAnd fuck all these fakers can’t wait till you back on your feet the streets need you..
SailUp out of the ghetto away from the mornings where snow in that shovelSailUp out of this level I’m tryna be number one why would I settleSailGone to theNew world no Pinta no nina no Santa MariaStill keep it hood with my pia sippin Carlos Rossi sangria
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