Boarding Pass

[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm 30,000 feet munching honey roasted peanuts
Sitting coach without the cart or lacking room to kick my feet up
On another Delta flight to another different city
Plus another hand-written letter from my girl saying she'll miss me
What the fuck is going on, huh, somebody better let me know
About a year back I was working at Foot Locker
Selling Jordans at the local mall to stay afloat
Now I get paid when I do a show
Learning how to stay sane when I'm on the road
Getting used to the fake fuck sucker
Now begging to come around all day blowing up my phone
But you don't hear me though
Or do ya, do ya?
I rock that orange Cactus Cooler
Please don't let my image fool ya
I'm shutting it down like a computer
You're AOL, you're lagging
Still on that 56k shit
Getting comfy, relaxing
Satisfied and got complacent
Not me though, fuck that, not me
I got way too much on the line
My dad wants to retire
My mom could use a house with a marble kitchen counter on the countryside
A big backyard so my dog can play
A kingsize sofa so my cat can sleep
Nothing that special, a three bedroom home
With a sub-zero fridge that hold plenty to eat
It wasn't me
That made your bitch come holla
But I did bark loud in her face because she looked like a chihuahua
Mixed with a camel and a donkey
Or maybe a hippo and a monkey
I can't pinpoint what animal it is
But the bottom line is that broad is ugly
Let me get back to it
I spit hot shit, lick it up and chew it
Gargle it, swallow it
Throw it back up in my mouth then spit it out again, I do it
(Nigga you do what?) Nigga I do me
Piñata flow beat up the beat
Groupie hoes get cut off like the sleeves on a shirt on Mister T
I'm taking shots, ball hog
My college budget have me strictly drinking Popov
You claim you're on the block, all talk
My punchlines will lay you out, Balrog
I got you shook like broken ankles, homie, why you scared
Once I go in I'm hard to get out like bubblegum stuck in your hair
Strong enough to bearhug a bear
I'm weird enough to make parents glare
I'm broke as fuck, I can't be repaired
And short enough to rock climb on stairs
But who cares?
"Swizzle, I do
Dry your eyes, you ain't gotta cry cause you 5"2', nah"
Thomas, I'm 5'6
"What?"
I said I'm 5'6
"Nice try, you silly dog, don't try to add an extra inch"
Shit, fuck it, I'm over it now
I love to OD I spit coke with a smile
Addicts relax when they turn up my tracks
Cause the rush I deliver be sniffing a pound
818 romp and I rep for my town
Like it's too heavy I'm putting it down
Niggas stop preaching 'bout what you're not doing
Get up off your ass and stop waiting around
Well shit, homie, why you always talking like you got it made
When you got nothing made but a sandwich
I'm sick of hearing niggas cussing and saying it's all luck to be a rapper
Motherfucker, I planned this
I wasn't hoping and wishing upon a star
It ain't chance or picking a lucky card
This is what happens when you have to persevere
And take all of your fucking pain and put it in your bars
I'm riding 'til I crash like Bandicoot
Doing everything that I can, I won't rely on a fluke
My name is, fuck my name, I hate that shit, man, I'm just kidding
Hi, I'm a SwizZzle fish, grab some floaties, lets go swimming