[Verse 1:]
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 Cle-veland
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 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
A-rab 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 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 titled
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 pia sippin Carlos Rossi sangria
[Verse 2:]
Uh
Drank in my cup
Working 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 two things that? s love and it? s 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 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
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