[Verse 1: Young Chris] (Chyeah, yeah, uh-huh) Gunna! (Sail on!) Shit was all good while it lasted But I can't keep on? flowing? As long as the fiends keep on itchin' Nigga, the grams keep on sellin' (That's right!) Bottom of the roost From the heart of North Philly To the top of Hollywood Model bitches, Cali-good I got something that they need That they want I'm the supplier, shorty Low numbers on them pretty bitches And it's FIRE! Ghetto be my prior I be the one that they admire Home of the flier I gotta become a retire It's 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 Fuck the pussy police! We got shotties to air Never dead body, a pair Paid a pussies a visit Never mind being tense Never fuck a statistic Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it It's just the code of this shit And we live it Curren$y kick it (Uh kick it)
[Verse 2: Curren$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 sinna Spitta don't gotta cross ova 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 nigga 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 Nigga croissants I got a flow that you can sail on Yeah!
[Hook: {Curren$y}] Sail on, Julia! (Yea, yep. They look up to jets nigga, now what they doin?) Without the fears of ghosts. (Wondering if they-) Sail on, Julia! (Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS.) Without the fears of ghosts. (From the mansion to the yacht deck.)
[Verse 3: Curren$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 niggas go insane trying to get it The thought process of a first place winna JETS nigga! 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 cause the best is the last laughin' Slashing, dancing, through my defenders No look passin' Bitches in the rapture love my rappin' with a passion And I'm New Orleans fliest Do rewind this The JETS get the highest (Uh)
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