[Verse 1: Young Chris]
Gunna!(Sail on!)
sh** was all good while it lasted
But I can't keep on ?flowing?
As long as the fiends keep on itchin'
n***a, the grams keep on sellin`
(Thats right!)
Bottom of the roost
From the heart of North Philly
To the top of Hollywood
Model b**hes, Cali-good
I got something that they need
That they want
I'm the supplier, shorty
Low numbers on them pretty b**hes
And its FIRE!
Ghetto be my prior
I be the one that they admire
Home of the flier
I gotta become a retire
Its 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
f** the p**y police!
We got shotties to air
Never dead body, a pair
Paid a pussies a visit
Never mind being tense
Never f** a statistic
Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it
Its just the code of this sh**
And we live it
Curren$y kick it
(Uh kick it)
[Verse : Curren$y]
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 center
Spitta don't gotta cross over
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 n***a
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
n***a croissants
I got a flow that you can sail on
Yeauh!
[Hook: Curren$y in brackets]
Sail on, Julia!(Yea, yep. They look up to jets n***a, now what they doin?)
Without the fears of ghosts. (Wondering if they-)
Sail on, Julia!(Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS.)
Without the fears of ghosts.(From the mansion to the yacht deck.)
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
(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 n***as go insane trying to get it
The thought process of a first place winna
JETS n***a!
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 cuz the best is the last laughin'
Slashing, dancing, through my defenders
No look pa**in'
b**hes in the rapture love my rappin' with a pa**ion
And I'm
New Orleans fliest
Do rewind this
The JETS get the highest
(Uh)
[Hook]
Sail on, Julia!
Without the fears of ghosts
Sail on, Julia!
Without the fears of ghosts