Machine Gun Kelly - Sail lyrics

rate me

This is a real rappers 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, now 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

Damn, someone tell Britney we did it again

I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again

And my bank account holding 6 digits again

Pour up some Hen’

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 need a all-black Mercedes

Tezo need all white, he racist

But homie, I'm saying I need a penthouse that's vacant

Arab money, Salaam Alaikum

The beast is awakened, 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, Judas, it's shanks and them rifles

Whores who swear that they live by the Bible

And friends who think they deserve more then they’re entitled

And that’s 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 Nino

No Santa Maria

Still keep it hood with my pia sipping Carlos Rossi sangria

Drinking my cup, working my wrist, I be spanking my slut

Juggle my nuts, use your two hands while I juggle these fucks

But that’s zero, it's none, my hands busy holding middle fingers up

I don't two things, that’s love and it's trust

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

And that’s word to Nipsey, my hustles mean I can sell bats to Ken Griffey

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

The cycle is evil, these verses for Tino on top of 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 Nino

No Santa Maria

Still keep it hood with my pia sipping Carlos Rossi sangria