Machine Gun Kelly - Sail lyrics

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Machine Gun Kelly - Sail lyrics

[Verse 1] Kells This is a real rapper's theme music b**h, sing to it This how you cook up some dope with no powder Don't turn on that stove, just turn this sh** 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 sh** on you like bowels And take all your princesses, b**h, I am Bowser f** 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 b**h 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 b**h 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 who*es who swear that they live by the bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And thats why I… [Hook] (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 [Verse 2] (Uh, Drank in my cup) (Workin' my wrist, I be spankin' my s*ut) Juggle my nuts Use your two hands while I juggle these f**s 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 f**in' 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 f** all these fakers Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you [Hook]