Taking off (ripit remx)

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Ski mask on with a burner cell phone Desert Eagle 50 cal. imprint on the backbone This one is not to be tested Unless you got Smith and Wesson quick at your disposal If not, better to head back home This is the business The uniform isn't unusual if you make killing a job Money is good when it’s coming from behind prison walls For someone who need to get off Plus it probably beat a nine-to-five And there is time to be outside Instead of sitting at a desk and making calls And for anyone to stay alive up in the jungle You should figure out a way to carry no remorse at all All day long, it is "bombs over Baghdad" Right in the backyard, no service, no draft No reason to go out, but it's no reason to stay in When the roaches are all raiding And your neighbors bumping Black Flag Tired of living like this, but not ready to die 'Cause he isn’t notorious yet Everyone wants to be somebody known for doing something people call glorious, yes So he keep it pushing through the blood and all the gunning down Of people that he knew and loved who just ran out of time And the mantra that is bumping on the Walkman in the pocket Probably something that's synonymous to "money on the mind" [Hook] This action No time for your planning The lifespan like this fuse is too short That rocket is taking off Taking off, taking off, it's taking off Party in the sky Thug mansion was real as it turns out These gangstas ride rockets They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] What is in the mind of a motherfucking killer when he chillin' on the porch with his daughter in his lap, peace That man just doing his job fam No demons for the damned Meaning if they live in hell They can't bring it to you, you see? What's a goon to a goblin? Essentially, living in the ghetto cause the rent is cheap And the cost of living is the life you living And the life you living is the nicest given that you ice the living There they cry for more of that good poison That hood oil That cash cow need cash now Just add water and back off of what momma taught ya Parents just don't understand, apparently always talking to Jesus, please The only God here is the Jesus piece they rocking like hipsters rock Jeezy tees, ironic Don't you think? Or don’t you think about it? Stop all the thinking, instincts is how you kill a giant They might be stalking up rappers and robbing prisons for taxes Death and that shit Everyone trying to be the king of this landfill Probably get us just a hill of bodies, you stand still, you cancelled So no settling down, they hit the pedal Depending upon your metal You’re drowned in exhaustion And lost in the smoke is a chokin' Unspoken, inhuman an urge, unprovoked It’s all good; with professional pot-stirrers A thought murders a motherfucker quicker than not [Hook] This action No time for your planning The lifespan like this fuse is too short That rocket is taking off Taking off, taking off, it's taking off Party in the sky Thug mansion was real as it turns out These gangstas ride rockets They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off [Bridge] Meet up in the parking lot Taking off, spark it up Do that shit again Meet up in the parking lot Take it off, sparking up Pass it to a friend Got the spaceship in the parking lot Spark a lot Take it off Do that shit again Always chill up in the parking lot When the block is hot Taking off, yup [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Get fly, baby, they die regular Don't want to just deteriorate on a cellular level The devil's a meddling motherfucker There be no medals for all these fucking guns you been bustin’ Now uncles and nieces and cousins are going to war Blowing the score Pedaling pellets for more guns than a Scorsese blockbuster Bust the block, show stop Mustard to mayonnaise Make the cars hop scotch Soda, pop, cap Dozens with the cousin, get a partner who can rap And a partner who can ball, and the rest of y'all Welcome to the trap, get ready for war Welcome to the hood go and cover your head For the patron saint Trayvon and bring out your dead Ring the alarm although the sound is drowning And the beat is banging so hard that you can't hear the shouting [Hook] This action No time for your planning The lifespan like this fuse is too short That rocket is taking off Taking off, taking off, it's taking off Party in the sky Thug mansion was real as it turns out These gangstas ride rockets They taking off, taking off, taking off, they taking off