[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 [Hook:] [Outro till fade:] La la la la la La la la la la oh La la la la la La la la la la oh La la la la la La la la la la oh La la la la la La la la la la oh La la la la la La la la la la oh La la la la la La la la la la oh La la la la la La la la la la oh La la la la la La la la la la oh