Sail On lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Chris]
Gunna! (Sail on!)
sh*t was all good while it lasted, but I can't keep on sailing
As long as the fiends keep on itchin', n*gga, the grams keep on sellin` (that's right!)
Bottom of the roost, from the heart of North Philly
To the top of Hollywood, model b*tches, Cali-good
I got something that they need, that they want, I'm the supplier, shorty
Low numbers on them pretty b*tches 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
f*ck the pus*y police! We got shotties to air
Never dead body, a pair, paid a pussies a visit
Never mind being tense, never f*ck a statistic
Never disappearance, and nobody know why he did it
Its just the code of this sh*t, and we live it, Curren$y kick it
(Uh kick it)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Yeah!
One of the masters of the drug flow
Anti-club dress code, I just ignore those
Narnia lions, different dimensions in my wardrobe
Thinking' on the outside of the box like a barcode (Sail on!)
Like a seven-foot center, Spitta don't gotta cross over
I just stay in the lane, show off dunks and hang
From my goals obtained, planes boarded
Though I was already soarin', you smell it in my clothes
Mixed with cologne by Ralph Lauren
Spitta missin', you lookin' for him?
Take a number, n*gga never home
Gotta call me on the yacht
Floatin' out, bottles poppin' before I left the dock
Who is that in the Vinny Jack bumpin' Super Cat, XJ 12?
Soft top, retractable shell
Parking near the boat launch in Paris, spending french bread
n*gga croissants, I got a flow that you can sail on
Yeauh!
[Hook: Commodores & (Curren$y)]
Sail on, sugar! (Yea, yep. They look up to the Jets n*gga, now where haven't we...?)
Good times never felt so good (Wondering if they-)
Sail on, sugar! (Crookin' their necks and they lookin' up to the JETS)
Good times never felt so good (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 grey innards
Seen n*ggas go insane trying to get it
The thought process of a first place winner
JETS n*gga! 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 cuz the best is the last laughin'
Slashing, dashing, through my defenders, no look passin'
b*tches in the rapture love my rappin' with a passion
And I'm... New Orleans fliest
Do rewind this, The JETS get the highest
(Uh)
[Hook]
Sail on, sugar!
Good times never felt so good
Sail on, sugar!
Good times never felt so good