Sail

Lately I'm feeling like I'm the greatest
Smoking so much got me hella faded
Pull out real quick I ain't having babies
Dream bout that day when I fucking make it
Voice so lethal shit a weapon
Fuck with me end up in heaven
Money multiply times seven
Jewelry so wet you could sail on

You can sail on
Call that jail phone
Not that cell phone
Leave me the hell alone

I'm staying up in my zone
Ask all my niggas this off the dome
Bust you head with that fucking chrome
Boy watch yo motherfucking tone

I'm sad cause my fucking feelings gone
Feeling lost up in my motherfuckingg home
Too much pressure building what is going on
Smoking woods they got me higher than the sun

I do this shit until it's fucking done
Killing beats I'm just having fun
I think I'm the chosen one
I think I'm the chosen one

Lately I'm feeling like I'm the greatest
Smoking so much got me hella faded
Pull out real quick I ain't having babies
Dream bout that day when I fucking make it
Voice so lethal shit a weapon
Fuck with me end up in heaven
Money multiply times seven
Jewelry so wet you could sail on

Oh I'm on the wire
Lately I'm spitting that fire
Know you want me got desire
100s is crispy got fryers

Oh I want that money
Miss when all them days was sunny
Serious no it ain't funny
Got all these drugs in my tummy

Lately I'm feeling like I'm the greatest
Smoking so much got me hella faded
Pull out real quick I ain't having babies
Dream bout that day when I fucking make it
Voice so lethal shit a weapon
Fuck with me end up in heaven
Money multiply times seven
Jewelry so wet you could sail on



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Writer(s): Veshon Malone
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