Sail Lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

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... 

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(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 

Photos 

(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