The Town (The Take Off)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jeremy Renner & Jamie Drastik] You grew up right here Same rules that I did I'm from the town, bitch I'm from the town, bitch I'm from the town, bitch And there ain't no fucking round, bitch [Verse 1] Got to have a baby like in six days That means everything gotta get sprayed That means everyday, I gotta get paid This is Radames with the razor blade That means all I do is spit Shaw You woke up between a big shark Don't get scared when it gets dark Got it on lock like Joe Claw These boys throw bullets and you throw darts Got a couple bloods but with no hearts Said, "You all in, but you all eyes" You a small fry with a small rock-o-card Got a bitch on my text now And she said she feeling let down Told the pussy climb a tree car Five-man bitch, find your own fucking way down [Chorus] I'm from the town, bitch I'm from the town, bitch I'm from the town, bitch And there ain't no fucking round, bitch Now this the takeoff, you ready for the takeoff This the takeoff, get ready for the takeoff [Verse 2] Look, I ain't got no love for 'em Just hard dick and some drugs for 'em I cut the fat like it's lightbulb I bench a bitch then tell her I'm a life coach Meet the American Psycho My plug good with the keys, no typos I been everywhere you might go Always with my four brothers like Michael Man, all I do is lay low, make money Make money, make pesos Got a young boy sittin' by the payphone He do anything, I say so Your boss in the water but he ain't swimmin' My boss is performing on Thanksgiving So get to play the turk-ay, you just tryna pay your bills Boy, that ain't livin' [Chorus] I'm from the town, bitch I'm from the town, bitch I'm from the town, bitch And there ain't no fucking round, bitch Now this the takeoff, you ready for the takeoff This the takeoff, get ready for the takeoff [Verse 3] I remember when I brought my first pistol Gave it to Shay, told him handle your issues OK, he got locked for it but that issue's no more He got popped for it, this ain't White Boy Wasted This is pure Ross soon as you taste it This is come and get it if you wanna play with it We go fishing, put the worms where your face is I'm a Don Cartagena, did a record with Joey Cartagena I had him shoutin' out the town and I ain't payin' for the feature I put your boys on a meter, that's a need to know basis And you don't need to know shit You can go suck a dick, get the fuck out of faces Man, I'm tryna be a better me But you giving advice I don't ever need I told your girl she should let it be, this dick'll put her in therapy Man, the world gon' remember me Ain't seen it like history, the memory Ask D-E-light, Cam'ron, you ain't gotta Light the stand on if you was a centipede Talk shit, crucifix, like the motherfuckin' letter T I'm in the club with Suss 'til the light comes on I'm askin' if we'll ever leave You say it's all there and it better be My dog off the chain, get a better leash You say you got the juice but you never squeeze Just know that I'ma get it by whatever means Try to run with no money, that's a cheapskate Early bird gets the worm but you sleep late Take you off your feet 'fore the beef sweepstake And I'm in order, every court, a new release date [Chorus] I'm from the town, bitch I'm from the town, bitch I'm from the town, bitch And there ain't no fucking round, bitch Now this the takeoff, you ready for the takeoff This the takeoff, get ready for the takeoff