Sail

Kells

This is a real rapper's theme music

Bitch, sing to it

This how you cook up some dope with no powder

Don't turn on that stove, just turn this shit up louder

Black Eddie Bauer, mask on my face

Like I'm ready to take what is yours cause it's ours

Y'all stole my style, I shit on you like bowels

And take all your princesses, bitch, I am Bowser

Fuck super powers, I got this weed

Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need

I don't play games, man I'm not in no league

And I don't drop no names but bitch I am from Cleveland

D-D-D-Damn, someone tell Britney we did it again

I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again

And my bank account holding 6 digits again

Pour out some Henn'

This for the ones who ain't make it

This for the ones who ain't make it

Focus your lens, point it at me and see greatness

Point it at me and see greatness

Ray need a Benz, Dub needa all black Mercedes

Tezo need all white, he racist but homie I'm sayin'

I need a penthouse that's vacant

Arab money "Salaam-Alaikum"

The beast is awaken, pick up your shotty

My bitch is a murderer, she got a body

She got that brain, summa cum laude

My city the jungle, don't take that Safari

It's lions, it's tigers, Gangsters, disciples

Lords, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles

Whores who swear that they live by the bible

And friends who think they deserve more than entitled

And thats why I

(Sail)

Up out of the ghetto

Away from the mornings where snow in that shovel

(Sail)

Up out of this level

I'm tryna be number one, why would I settle?

(Sail)

Gone to the new world

No Pinta, no Nina, no Santa Maria

Still keep it hood with my peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria

(Uh, Drank in my cup)

(Workin' my wrist, I be spankin' my slut)

Juggle my nuts

Use your two hands while I juggle these fucks

But thats zero, it's none

My hands busy holding middle fingers up

I don't do two things, thats love and thats trust

And I don't hate y'all, I'm just fuckin' with us

And thats word to Nipsey

My hustles mean, I can sell bats to Ken Griffey

I'm like Lionel Richie, my fans have me touring till 2050

This cycle is evil

This verse is for Tino

One time for my people

And fuck all these fakers

Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you

(Sail)

Up out of the ghetto

Away from the mornings where snow in that shovel

(Sail)

Up out of this level

I'm tryna be number one, why would I settle?

(Sail)

Gone to the new world

No Pinta, no Nina, no Santa Maria

Still keep it hood with my peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria