[Verse 1]
Kells
This is a real rapper's theme music
b****, sing to it
This how you cook up some dope with no powder
Don't turn on that stove, just turn this s*** 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 s*** on you like bowels
And take all your princesses, b****, I am Bowser
f*** super powers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, 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 b**** I am from Cleveland
D-D-D-d***, someone tell Britney we did it again
I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again
And my bank account holding 6 digits again
Pour out 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
Arab money "Salaam-Alaikum"
The beast is awaken, pick up your shotty
My b**** is a murderer, she got a body
She got that brain, summa c** laude
My city the jungle, don't take that Safari
It's lions, it's tigers, Gangsters, disciples
Lords, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles
w****s who swear that they live by the bible
And friends who think they deserve more than entitled
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)
(Workin' my wrist, I be spankin' my s***)
Juggle my nuts
Use your two hands while I juggle these f****
But thats zero, it's none
My hands busy holding middle fingers up
I don't do two things, thats love and thats trust
And I don't hate y'all, I'm just f*****' 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
This cycle is evil
This verse is for Tino
One time for my people
And f*** all these fakers
Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you
[Hook]
Kells
This is a real rapper's theme music
b****, sing to it
This how you cook up some dope with no powder
Don't turn on that stove, just turn this s*** 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 s*** on you like bowels
And take all your princesses, b****, I am Bowser
f*** super powers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, 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 b**** I am from Cleveland
D-D-D-d***, someone tell Britney we did it again
I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again
And my bank account holding 6 digits again
Pour out 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
Arab money "Salaam-Alaikum"
The beast is awaken, pick up your shotty
My b**** is a murderer, she got a body
She got that brain, summa c** laude
My city the jungle, don't take that Safari
It's lions, it's tigers, Gangsters, disciples
Lords, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles
w****s who swear that they live by the bible
And friends who think they deserve more than entitled
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)
(Workin' my wrist, I be spankin' my s***)
Juggle my nuts
Use your two hands while I juggle these f****
But thats zero, it's none
My hands busy holding middle fingers up
I don't do two things, thats love and thats trust
And I don't hate y'all, I'm just f*****' 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
This cycle is evil
This verse is for Tino
One time for my people
And f*** all these fakers
Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you
[Hook]