Taking Off Lyrics - Clppng - Clipping

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 be the 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 probably 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 all the 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 

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 

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 damn mean 

And 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 

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 

Meet up in the parking lot 

Taking off, sparking up 

Do that shit again 

Meet up in the parking lot 

Taking 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 it hot 

Taking off, ya 

Get fly baby, they die regular 

Don't want to just deteriorate on a cellular level 

The devil is a meddling motherfucker 

That [?] 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 

Doesn't [?] a pound of who can rap 

And a pound of who can ball 

And the rest of ya'll 

Welcome to the trap get ready for war 

Welcome to the hood go and cover your head 

For the patron saint Treyvon 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 

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