Video The Town The Take Off de Aaron Stockard 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Stockard - 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 ride the meds 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