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