Lyrics

[Intro] Ten, nine, eight, ignition sequence start, engines on Five, four, three, two, one, all engines running, launch commence [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 yo' dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver Shiver like the cold winter, like Detroit in December Yo, bitch kept beggin' me, to put the dick up in her She was riding on it hard, and feelin' the turbulence I hit it from the back, but she said I was hurtin' it She told me not to cum, right before I was squirtin' it I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it I make the bed rock, but my name ain't Rita Mosely Whole ki', thirty six OZs, a little whoadie [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 I'm feelin' the turbulence Flying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well deservin' it Comin through beatin' down the 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 [Chorus] '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 [Verse 3] Mayday, mayday, throw the coke out on the runway If the D.E.A. come my way, they gettin' gunplay I'm doin' about one hundred, the wrong way up the runway I wish it was a 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 Flying through the air, with the greatest of ease Mens fall to they knees, snitches tell the police We be high up in the air, and feelin' the turbulence Floatin' on the black Benz, blowin' the purple shit Just like the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it Infrared search light, I just might murk you bitch! [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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!