Taking Off

[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'll 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 neighbours bumping Black Flag Tired of living like this but not ready to die Cause he isn't notorious yet Everyone wants to be somebody know for doing something people call glorious, yes So he keep it pushing through the blood and the gunning down of people that he knew and loved to just run 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] It's 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 giving That you ice the living That 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 stocking up rubbers and robbing prisons for taxes Death and that shit Everyone trying to be the king of this landfill Probably get just a hill of bodies, you stand still, you cancelled So no settling down, they hit the pedal The pen, and then pawn your metal You're drowning in exhaustion And lost in the smoke is a chokin' And unspoken, and human urge, and unprovoked It is all good with professional posture The thought stirs and murders the motherfucker quicker than not [Hook] [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 is a meddling motherfucker That be the medals for all these fucking guns You can bust into uncles and nieces and cousins going to war Blowing the score Pedalling pedals for more guns than a Scorsese blockbuster Bust the block, show stop Mustard to mayonnaise Make the cars hop scotch Soda, pop, cap Dozen for the cousin and the partner who can rap And the 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 under the sound is drowning And the beat it banging so hard that you can't get a shout in [Hook]