Ten, nine, eight, ignition sequence start, engines on
Five, four, three, two, one, all engines running
Launch commit, lift off, we have lift off
I′m high up in the air, I'm feelin′ the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent servin' it
I′m high up in the air, I′m feelin' the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I′m magnificent servin' it
Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy clockin′ figures
Only fuck with the work just to make my pockets bigger
Keep my finger on the trigger of a AK deliver
One shot to your dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver
Shiver like the cold winter in Detroit in December
Your bitch kept beggin′ me to put the dick up in her
She was ridin' on it hard and feelin' the turbulence
I hit it from the back, then she screamed I was hurtin′ it
She told me not to cum right before I was squirtin′ it
I fuck and get up after I do my dirt in it
I make the bed rock, but my name ain't Rita Mosley
A whole ki, 36 OZs, lil′ wodie
I'm high up in the air, I′m feelin' the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I′m magnificent servin' it
I'm high up in the air, I′m feelin′ the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent servin′ it
Reel Life's my production
No, you niggas ain′t fuckin' with nothin′ that I'm doin'
I was raised in the ruins
And I′m high up in the air and feelin′ the turbulence
Flyin' on my magic carpet, rockin′ a turban, bitch
Droppin' bombs on motherfuckers well deservin′ it
Comin' through, beatin′ down your block, disturbin' shit
Esham possessed by the sons of Saddam
When I go to sleep, I dream of money, power, and bombs
Bitch, you better recognize the boss of the mob
Niggas soakin' all my game up like SpongeBob
SquarePants, no, I don′t dance, I boogie, it′s true
I cut the head off the devil, and I'll throw it at you
′Cause I'm high up in the air, I′m feelin' the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I′m magnificent servin' it
I'm high up in the air, I′m feelin′ the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent servin′ it
Mayday, mayday, throw the coke out on the runway
If the DEA come my way, they gettin' gunplay
I′m doin' ′bout a hundred the wrong way up a one-way
I'm wishin' it was Monday, but it was a black Sunday
I was high up in the air and feelin′ the turbulence
Jumpin′ out of planes with no parachute on some bird shit
Flyin' through the air with the greatest of ease
Fiends fall to they knees, snitches tell the police
We be high up in the air and feelin′ the turbulence
Floatin' in the black Benz, blowin′ the purple shit
Just like the hood when the ghetto birds circle it
Infrared searchlight, I just might murk you, bitch
I'm high up in the air, I′m feelin' the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent servin′ it
I′m high up in the air, I'm feelin′ the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent servin′ it
I'm high up in the air
I′m high up in the air
I'm feelin' the turbulence
I′m feelin′ the turbulence
I'm feelin′ the turbulence
I'm feelin′ the turbulence
I'm feelin′ the turbulence
I'm high up in the air
I'm feelin′ the turbulence
Writer(s): Steven Hiroyuki Aoki, Luke Scheppingen, Jonathan Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
