Young Chris - Sail On lyrics

[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