Trip

[Intro] Boarding completed I'd like to welcome you aboard flight number F2B3 Our scheduled flying time will be four hours and twenty minutes And we will be cruising at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet At this time we would like to acquaint you with some of the features Relax and breathe normally [Verse 1] Uh, comin' down like I'm uphill Hoggin' both lanes better than a bus will She tell me that my head bigger than a bus wheel But it don't matter 'cause she still gon' let me fuck still I mix a little bit of Kendrick with some L.A. weather Then step out like Chicago in its finest era You niggas beggin' for attention, doin' extra-extra Downgradin' yourself, you get an F for effort Haha, I let the world know I chose to keep to myself and let the world go And if you don't like a nigga, then let your girl know So she can be curious, hit Twitter lookin' me up I'm laid back with a bad one, you ain't never had one Ass so fat that it tipped over the Aston Speedin' on the 1-0-5 'til the fuckin' badge come Hello to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's grandson [Chorus] And I'm a trip Ever since an understudy, man, I always been a trip Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a trip Baby, open up your ears, you ain't heard it like this Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down Now all the way to the moon we 'bout to go now I got enough of the mojo to go around So pack your bags and tell him you goin' out of town 'Cause I'm a trip [Verse 2] Landin' on another runway, fly with me Or die tryna fly, a shot-down Frisbee Shout out to Black Hippy Nigga, we on like we never been, off straight shots of Patron I'm give y'all the business to give y'all some business Pussy ain't shit, I can give y'all some bitches Clean off her sports bra, she clean off my dishes Then wear off the Kangols, hood rats, I hate those And she know what this is, hey, lil' mama Seen your pretty ass around the way, lil' mama But why you always in somebody face, lil' mama? Embarrassin' yourself, get off the stage, lil' Mama Nigga, I gotta be that nigga If I ain't, I gotta beat that nigga Courtesy of Paula's oldest son, pay homage Or pay attention, open your eyes and hear knowledge [Chorus] And I'm a trip Ever since an understudy, man, I always been a trip Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a trip Baby, open up your ears, you ain't heard it like this Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down Now all the way to the moon we 'bout to go now I got enough of the mojo to go around So pack your bags and tell him you goin' out of town 'Cause I'm a trip [Verse 3] Gi-give me that, gi-gi-give me that That's how I get at 'em when I look at a shoe rack Penny for thoughts, mine start at a few racks So I can live on a hill just off a few raps I want to live in a space that none of y'all can visit That might be outer space, the Jupiter district I quadruple my vision If you don't see it then you're dead with your eyes open I seen bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smokin' On some Compton shit Somebody that'll ride or die, that's a Compton bitch You see my city is the city of Lamar It take twenty years 'fore a nigga see them all The swap meet jumpin', the sawed-off pumpin' The tree for the low, don't you know, Paul Bunyan? I'm on cloud nine, I can see rain comin' So if I'm out my mind, people don't say nothin' [Chorus] And I'm a trip Ever since an understudy, man, I always been a trip Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a trip Baby, open up your ears, you ain't heard it like this Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down Now all the way to the moon we 'bout to go now I got enough of the mojo to go around So pack your bags and tell him you goin' out of town 'Cause I'm a trip [Outro] How was your flight Mr. Lamar? Good, hope to see you next time