Sail On - Young Chris, Curren$y

Shit was all good while it lasted

But I can’t keep on?

flowing?

As long as the fiends keep on itchin'

Nigga, the grams keep on sellin'

(That's right!)

Bottom of the roost

From the heart of North Philly

To the top of Hollywood

Model bitches, Cali-good

I got something that they need

That they want

I’m the supplier, shorty

Low numbers on them pretty bitches

And it’s FIRE!

Ghetto be my prior

I be the one that they admire

Home of the flier

I gotta become a retire

It’s a rap!

I got it from here

Yes I solemnly swear

This is a global introduction, a hottest premiere

Been the fuzziest year

Staring out of my rear

Fuck the pussy police!

We got shotties to air

Never dead body, a pair

Paid a pussies a visit

Never mind being tense

Never fuck a statistic

Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it

It’s just the code of this shit

And we live it

Curren$y kick it

(Uh kick it)

Yeah!

One of the masters of the drug flow

Anti-club dress code

I just ignore those

Narnia lions, different dimensions in my wardrobe

Bankin' on the outside of the box like a barcode.

(Sail on!)

Like a seven-foot sinna

Spitta don’t gotta cross ova

I just stay in the lane

Show off dunks and hang

From my goals obtained

Planes boarded

So I was already soarin'

You smell it in my clothes

Mixed with cologne by Ralph Lauren

Spitta missin'

You lookin' for him?

Take a number nigga

Never home

Gotta call me on the yacht

Floatin' out

Bottles poppin' before I left the dock

Who is that?

In the Vinny Jack?

Bumpin' super cat?

XJ 12

Soft top, retractable shell

Parking near the boat launch in Paris

Spending french bread

Nigga croissants

I got a flow that you can sail on

Yeah!

Sail on, Julia!

(Yea, yep. They look up to jets nigga, now what they doin?)

Without the fears of ghosts.

(Wondering if they-)

Sail on, Julia!

(Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS.)

Without the fears of ghosts.

(From the mansion to the yacht deck.)

(Uh)

Spitta is chillin'

Jeans, paper, denim

Milk and Oreos with the double stuffed filling

On the internet

Ordering another engine

For the lavender Chevy

With the suede gray innards

Seen niggas go insane trying to get it

The thought process of a first place winna

JETS nigga!

We enter the dragon, got

Bruce Lee in the go-yard

My lethal kicks cause damage

Vaca.

Puff Sour Diesel in the hammy

They hated on it

Said that it could never happen

I waited on em

As my plan was bein mastered

Have patience cause the best is the last laughin'

Slashing, dancing, through my defenders

No look passin'

Bitches in the rapture love my rappin' with a passion

And I’m

New Orleans fliest

Do rewind this

The JETS get the highest

(Uh)

Sail on, Julia!

Without the fears of ghosts

Sail on, Julia!

Without the fears of ghosts