[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