Trip

"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"

Uh coming down like I'm uphill

Hogging 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 f**k still

I mix a little bit of Kendrick

With some L A weather

Then step out like Chicago

In its finest era

You niggas begging for attention

Doing extra-extra

Downgrading yourself you get

An F for effort

Ha-ha 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

On Twitter looking 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

Speeding on the 1-0-5 till

The f**king badge come

Hello to my wittiness

I'm Cadillac's grandson

And I'm a trip

Ever since an understudy man

I've 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 going out of town

Cause I'm a trip

Landing 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

Embarrassing yourself

Get off the stage (Lil Mama)

Nigga I gotta be that nigga

If I ain't I gotta be that nigga

Curtesy of Paula's oldest son

Pay homage

Or pay attention

Open your eyes and hear knowledge

And I'm a trip

Ever since an understudy man

I've 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 going out of town

Cause I'm a trip

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've seen bullets hit the wheel

Left his ride smoking

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'll take twenty years 'fore

A nigga see them all

The swap meet dumping

The sawed-off pumping

The tree for the low

Don't you know Paul Bunyan

I'm on cloud nine

I can see rain coming

So if I'm out my mind

People don't say nothing

And I'm a trip

Ever since an understudy

Man I've 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 going out of town

Cause I'm a trip

"How was your flight Mr Lamar

Good hope to see you next time"