conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Trip with the following description: This song was created to portray a setting when Kendrick Lamar was still trying to make his way into the music industry. He felt as if nobody really accepted him for who he really was. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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