Sail

[Intro] JP Did This 1 [Verse 1: 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 superpowers, 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 Cleve-land D-D-D-Damn, someone tell Britney we did it again I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again And my bank account holding six 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 need a 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, shanks and them rifles Whores who swear that they live by the Bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And that's why I— [Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, AWOLNATION] (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 (Sail) Still keep it hood with my peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria [Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly] 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 that's zero, it's none My hands busy holding middle fingers up I don't do two things: that's love and that's trust And I don't hate y'all, I'm just fuckin' with us And that's word to Nipsey My hustle's mean, I can sell bats to Ken Griffey I'm like Lionel Richie, my fans have me touring 'til 2050 This cycle is evil This verse is for Tino One time for my people And fuck all these fakers Can't wait 'til you back on your feet, the streets need you [Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, AWOLNATION] (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 (Sail) And still keep it hood with my peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria, Kells [Outro: AWOLNATION] La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh