Machine Gun Kelly - Sail (Instrumental Version)

[@ezmoney1738]

Love the beat to this song

[@liamjohnston3895]

This is what I call real music

[@ripvanwinkle8]

for sure!

[@Kevin-fl9yo]

@@ripvanwinkle8 fo sho

[@tee3058]

this was uploaded on my birthday

[@micheal4097]

TTYT so your 2?????

[@speedbird1598]

How aboot that eh, a Canadian!

[@VishusVenom]

I’ll fight for what’s right and you call it brave, but you don’t know that I shoulder a lot. Pray day and night, I lean on my faith, it’s something I’ve learned as the older I got. Use all my might and I’ll never cave, but I never know if I can control it or not. Stray from the light, a price will be paid, I’ll shout it out loudly I’m a soldier for God. This day and age though it can be scary, I’ll spread the truth proudly and I won’t be quiet. I’ll fight through the pain, it’s just temporary, you’re a sheep I’m a lion and I can’t be silenced. I’ll lead the riot, call me the pilot. A hundred on one but I bet I survive it. I’m usually private, but if you try it. Try to outrun the incarnation of violent.

[@arshiluozukumofficial]

This is a real rapper's 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, 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 bitch I am from Cleveland D-D-D-Damn, 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 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, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles Whores who swear that they live by the bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And thats why I... 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria 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 do two things, thats love and thats 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 have me touring till 2050 This cycle is evil This verse is for Tino One time for my people And fuck all these fakers Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria

[@skipper6-9]

This beat goes hard

[@Mxrk_Hxshim]

Kells This is a real rapper's 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, 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 bitch I am from Cleveland D-D-D-Damn, 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 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, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles Whores who swear that they live by the bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And thats why I... 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria 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 do two things, thats love and thats 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 have me touring till 2050 This cycle is evil This verse is for Tino One time for my people And fuck all these fakers Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria

[@dxiniix1577]

Chefs kiss

[@trunghieutran2673]

Vì Bạn bè chẳng có ai gọi là homie Hôm nay beat hay phải làm bốn ly Ước gì có ai Cùng chạy trốn nhỉ Quay về cái thời mình còn loại khỉ Để thay đổi nhân loại như anime feel movie [hollywood] Phải luôn phát huy để khi teddy thì mình đaau nghĩ gì .. Khuya, 12 giờ đêm vào cuối tuần Anh lại nghe thấy vài nền nhạc lofi trên instagram em Nghe những lời họ bàn luận, sao đời em ít gian truâng? Gán cho em sự may mắn, họ quên mất đi bao chịu đựng mà em đã gánh vác từ bé Bạn của em thì nhiều ,nhưng những tâm sự em kể ai care? Muốn cho mình thật mạnh mẽ, em đã phải cố tập cười nhiều Em luôn ước được bay, được sống để em làm được thật nhiều điều Và em đã quên mất chính mình Như là thiên nga lao vào bóng tối như pha đèn thiêu thần Trầy trụa, trần trụi , chững đôi trân em không còn trong trắng như bài toán tích phân không ai cần, hay vấn vương, em sống 1 cuộc chơi hay là đời đầy phố lận đận Bước 1 mình trên đường Trần Phú lòng lại chôn thân chiếc headphone đã Thư từ tối em còn bực bội không nói em siết vội trên đôi môi Son còn đang mờ vội phảng phất lối hơn là người đang chờ môi tôi Cơn mưa đã từ bao giờ rồi Và e từng nói là a quen biết chừng nào Vì khi ta gặp , a em như bị nhốt vào Không thể thờ phào vì anh làm tim e đầy loạn nhịp Ngồi một mình với một màu tối lặng thinh Đời này bao khổ ải , tao vẫn cứ lặng nhìn những thằng ngông cuồng muốn làm t mất bình tĩnh Một bài rap tự viết tự chill và anh bắt đầu thu Yêu em vào ngày đầu hạ giờ cũng đã ngày đầu thu Lại tính ngáo ngơ, những đôi lúc cũng dễ thương, m52 thì e chưa tới đôi lúc có bình thường đâu Nhanh như là flow, chẳng thích làm màu, vì em chạy về đâu cũng kiến anh phải nhìn thật lâu Muốn được simple love yah, cũng chỉ cần có thể thôi Chỉ cần nhìn em mỉm cười là nhịp tim nó dễ rối Tiếc là hồi đó, a lại không như bây giờ Biết là thời đó, tình cảm ấy như mây mờ Chẳng thể tỏ tình, bày vẽ ra vài câu chuyện Và có lúc... định giải bày nhưng không kịp So gonna make it move, gonna gonna make it move Tim em là băng giá so gonna make it move Nếu bây giờ anh nói là "Điêu" thì chữ "i" lặp lại 2 lần Nếu mà em vẫn còn chưa hiểu có thể thêm bớt chia lấy 2 phần Em không phân cách như đống đồ cũ đủ mặt Em chẳng như marine ford nhưng khiến anh ủ rũ mặt Hôm nay thế nào Chắc lại vẫn thế oh Anh hỏi vậy thôi chứ mục tiêu anh hướng là đường phố Chắc đêm nay ta lại không ngủ Bao nhiu điếu thì cho đủ Cất hết hổi nhớ vào ngăn tủ Chắc em lại bảo anh là thằng ngu Trong câu chuyện tình của chúng mình Vậy thì chuyện gì nó vừa xảy ra trước mắt ta Ya .... Thới giới ngoài kia nó rộng bao la Vẫn muốn nắm tay em để ta vượt qua Vẫn viết vội tặng em vài câu ca Nhưng bây h chuyện buồn từ đâu ra Vẫn biết là mình đã xa Nhưng hôm nay vẫn nhớ em quá Em thật đẹp trong bộ váy cưới Nhưng em không dành cho anh Trong đầu anh là mớt hổn độn Chất đống không còn chỗ chứa Đến khi mất em thì biết mình đã sai chưa Anh vội siết 1 hơi thật dài Để bỏ lại cả mệt nhoài Lời em thì thầm bên tai Em hỏi rằng anh là ai ? Ngày đêm em đến, đi qua đây thật nhanh Em như chiếc đò không bến, rồi trôi đi thật nhanh Anh sợ phải tới bên em, rồi anh lại phải mất anh Anh mất chính bản thân anh, vì bên em anh ngu si Em như hoa trên cành, và bản tính em nhu mì Anh phàm là củ khoai mì , em có thể hái nhưng đành đào sâu [soul] Em không phân cách như đống đồ cũ anh đủ mặc Em chẳng như marine ford nhưng khiến anh ủ rũ mặt Hôm nay bản thân thế nào Chắc lại vẫn thế rồi Anh hỏi vậy thôi chứ mục đích là phàm qua canh thâu Hôm nay tình cờ được e xin số A không ngờ có người lại quan tâm với dãy số cả chục ngàn E biết a là người không đàng hoàng Như vẻ ngoài anh mang? Sau vài lần inbox e vội vàng cho a biết tên và tuổi Nhưng thật là chua sót khi lời em nói là chuỗi hạt trên cổ Em nghi ngờ lời chính mình như anh đi ngược phố Vừa mới chào đời thì toi đã biết khóc Tiếng khóc do trời ban chứ toi không họcf

[@semnalextrabii1994]

Can i use for a freestyle?

[@GhostPhantoms-m2i]

Coming out the dark U know it just might be Me No need for an introduction We don’t have the time see U must believe It gots to be Nothing but dream But a dream But u know wat I mean? Because I don’t.

[@rileysimpson3543]

I’ve become what I’ve been dreaming to be not a bed, but you all sleeping on me, turn the world on its axis like Japan, You all will not see me coming oh yeah, Call me John cena, invisible now, But in a few years I’ll be cleaning house, I’m taking every fake rapper out, But not for a date I be killing them, POW

[@TheSylvanas]

Это реальная рэперы музыкальная тема Сука петь ему Это, как вы готовите некоторый наркотик без каких-либо порошка Не включайте этот плита просто Включите эту дерьмо громче Черный Eddie Bauer маску на моем лице Как я готов принять то, что принадлежит вам Потому что это наша Вы все украл мой стиль Я дерьмо от вас, как недрах И принять все ваши принцесс сучку Я Боузера Черт сверхдержав Я получил эту сорняков пушка на бедре Сейчас это все, что мне нужно < ш /> Я не играю в игры человек я не в коем лига И я не не уронить ни одного названия, но сука Я из Кливленда Черт кто-то сказать Бритни, мы сделали это снова Я слышал Пух Gutta снова оправдал И мой банковский счет держит 6 цифр снова Залить некоторую Хенна Это для тех, кто не делают его Это для тех, кто не сделать его сосредоточить свое линзы указать ему на меня и посмотреть, величие Направьте его на меня и посмотреть, величие Рэй нужен Benz Dub нужен весь черный Mercedes Tezo нужно все белые он расист Но братан я говорю мне нужно пентхаус Вот Вакантные Арабские деньги "Салам алейкум-» зверь пробудить забрать свой Дыродел Моя сука, есть человекоубийца она получила тела она получила, что мозг отличием Мой город джунгли не принимают, что Safari это львы это тигры учеников гангстеров, лорды, Иуда Это черенки и их винтовки Шлюхи которые клянутся, что они живут по Библии и друзей, которые думают, что они заслуживают большего, то они названии А вот почему я ... [крюк:] парус из гетто вдали из утрам, где снег в лопату парус из этого уровня Я делаю быть номером один, почему бы мне уладить Паруса ушел к новому миру нет Пинта нет Нина не Санта-Мария Тем не менее не держать его капот с моим Пиа Sippin Карлос Росси сангрию [Куплет 2:] пил в моем чашки Работа мое запястье Я бы spankin моя шлюха Жонглирование мои орехи Используйте свои две руки, пока я жонглировать этими трахается Но вот нулю. Это ни Мои руки заняты держит средний пальцы вверх Я не две вещи То любовь п она это доверие И я не hatte y'all Я просто чертовски с нами предоставляется абсолютно слово Nipsey Мои толкается значит, что я могу продать летучих мышей Кен Гриффи Я, как Лайонел Ричи Мои поклонники получил меня универсал до 2050 цикл зло Этот стих для Tino на вершине моего народа И хрен все эти мошенники не можете дождаться youu обратно на ноги улицы нужен. . [крюк:]

[@mollycinelle6046]

dope!!

[@TheSylvanas]

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 Cleveland 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 need a 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 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 title And thats why I... 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 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 thats love n it's trust And I don't hatte y'all I'm just fucking 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 This verse is for Tino On top of my people And fuck all these fakers Can't wait till youu back on your fee

[@musicpro7278]

Dope as fuck

[@eliihin1032]

Swag

[@blunderalli7173]

This doesn’t seem like the same beat in the song, is there any way to get the exact one from MGKs music video?

[@pankajchavan7251]

Even I'm looking forward to it

[@martinmayhew3438]

Same!!!😂😂😂😂

[@ToPAwDDeR1846]

Back in days, I been working, I was playing, I dindn't care, I was doing what i can, Was selling dope that was like damn, Smoking this zag, Allday all night, Running away from cops, Getting out of sight,

[@johnpalmer9943]

Nice

[@HardwelliGamer]

Is This Copyright or nah? cause i wanna use it for mah videos..

[@travisank5848]

[Delta] Maxzie Jonaz

[@DaniellianGaming]

This beat was remixed from "Sail" by AWOLNATION, so yes, it's copyrighted, but not by MGK's label.

[@arranduffy9311]

Me

[@ronelsinghh9906]

Kells This is a real rapper's 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, 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 bitch I am from Cleveland D-D-D-Damn, 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 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, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles Whores who swear that they live by the bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And thats why I… 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria 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 do two things, thats love and thats 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 have me touring till 2050 This cycle is evil This verse is for Tino One time for my people And fuck all these fakers Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria

[@punkaiplayz2762]

Me

[@icebreaker536]

Kells This is a real rapper's 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, 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 bitch I am from Cleveland D-D-D-Damn, 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 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, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles Whores who swear that they live by the bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And thats why I… 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria 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 do two things, thats love and thats 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 have me touring till 2050 This cycle is evil This verse is for Tino One time for my people And fuck all these fakers Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria

[@sonoeffa6325]

Kells This is a real rapper's 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, 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 bitch I am from Cleveland D-D-D-Damn, 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 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, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles Whores who swear that they live by the bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And thats why I... 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria 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 do two things, thats love and thats 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 have me touring till 2050 This cycle is evil This verse is for Tino One time for my people And fuck all these fakers Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria

[@SeagamesNPJT]

Kells This is a real rapper's 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, 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 bitch I am from Cleveland D-D-D-Damn, 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 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, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles Whores who swear that they live by the bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And thats why I... 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria 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 do two things, thats love and thats 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 have me touring till 2050 This cycle is evil This verse is for Tino One time for my people And fuck all these fakers Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria

[@zuyzigzag1912]

Kells This is a real rapper's 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 superpowers, 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 bitch I am from Cleve-land D-D-D-Damn, 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 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, Judases, shanks and them rifles Whores who swear that they live by The Bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And that's why I…

[@oliwiakownacka6536]

Kells This is a real rapper's 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, 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 bitch I am from Cleveland D-D-D-Damn, 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 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, Judases, It's shanks and them rifles Whores who swear that they live by the bible And friends who think they deserve more than entitled And thats why I... 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria 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 do two things, thats love and thats 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 have me touring till 2050 This cycle is evil This verse is for Tino One time for my people And fuck all these fakers Can't wait till you back on your feet, the streets need you 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 peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria