"Boarding completed
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I'd like to welcome you aboard flight number F2B3
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Our scheduled flying time will be four hours and twenty minutes
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and we will be cruising at an altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet
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At this time we would like to acquaint you with some of the features
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Relax and breathe normally"
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Uh, coming down like I'm uphill
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Hogging both lanes better than a bus will
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She tell me that my head bigger than a bus wheel
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But it don't matter cause she still gon' let me fuck still
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I mix a little bit of Kendrick with some L.A. weather
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then step out like Chicago in its finest era
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You niggas begging for attention, doing extra-extra
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Downgrading yourself, you get an F for effort
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Ha-ha, I let the world know
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I chose to keep to myself and let the world go
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And if you don't like a nigga, then let your girl know
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So she can be curious on Twitter looking me up
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I'm laid back with a bad one, you ain't never had one
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Ass so fat that it tipped over the Aston
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Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the fucking badge come
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Hello to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's grandson
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[Chorus]
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And I'm a trip
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Ever since an understudy man I've always been a trip
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Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a trip
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Baby open up your ears, you ain't heard it like this
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Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down
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Now all the way to the moon we bout to go now
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I got enough of the mojo to go around
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So pack your bags and tell him you going out of town
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cause I'm a trip
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Landing on another runway, fly with me
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or die tryna fly, a shot-down Frisbee
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Shout out to Black Hippy, nigga we on
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like we never been off, straight shots of Patron
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I'm give y'all the business to give y'all some business
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Pussy ain't shit, I can give y'all some bitches
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Clean off her sports bra, she clean off my dishes
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then wear off the Kangols, hood rats, I hate those
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And she know what this is, hey lil' mama
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Seen your pretty ass around the way lil' mama
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But why you always in somebody face lil' mama?
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Embarrassing yourself, get off the stage (Lil Mama)
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Nigga, I gotta be that nigga
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If I ain't, I gotta be that nigga
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Curtesy of Paula's oldest son, pay homage
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or pay attention, open your eyes and hear knowledge
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[Chorus]
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Gi-give me that, gi-gi-give me that
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That's how I get at 'em when I look at a shoe rack
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Penny for thoughts, mine start at a few racks
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So I can live on a hill just off a few raps
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I want to live in a space that none of y'all can visit
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That might be outer space, the Jupiter district
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I quadruple my vision
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If you don't see it then you're dead with your eyes open
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I've seen bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking
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on some Compton shit
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Somebody that'll ride or die, that's a Compton bitch
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You see my city is the city of Lamar
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It'll take twenty years 'fore a nigga see them all
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The swap meet dumping, the sawed-off pumping
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The tree for the low, don't you know, Paul Bunyan
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I'm on cloud nine, I can see rain coming
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So if I'm out my mind, people don't say nothing
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[Chorus]
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"How was your flight Mr. Lamar?
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Good, hope to see you next time"
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Trip
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| Kendrick Lamar |
