A$AP Rocky – 1 Train (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.) Lyrics

A$AP Rocky – 1 Train (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.) Lyrics
1 Train
A$AP Rocky (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.)
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    "1 Train." - A$AP Rocky (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.)

    Album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Edition)
    Track No: 09
    Uh, feeling like a vigilante or a missionary
    Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready
    Send 'em to the cemetary with obituaries
    Don't be scared, ****, is you ready?
    I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account
    X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount
    Ever since this new star fame came about
    Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out, huh
    Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
    Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
    Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling
    Anything is better than that 1 Train (I know one thing)
    Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
    Dee, probably selling D in your local courtyard
    Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
    Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
    We outlawed, then I Bogart any pros that got 'proached at
    With a toe-tag, get broke off in the projects with a skateboard
    I roll past and I blaze y'all like doot-doot! I hate y'all
    When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm, mmm!"
    Let's play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold
    I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9's on
    That banana clip, straight from the rip
    I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
    If I'm not the hottest, then Hell musta froze over
    You thought it was safe, then forgot what the code was
    I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
    Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
    Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed to
    Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
    I metamorph like I'm 'posed to, I might slice my wrist
    Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff
    Barely even conscious, talking to my conscience
    Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches
    I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons
    Don't sell rocks, seen the spectrum through the prisms
    Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms
    The violence and the killin', so given
    They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
    Unfortunately, I am not that type of niglet
    But pass the pot, let me skillet
    Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
    And I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' to the Roc
    But my **** on the block still assigned to the rocks
    And I swear it hurt me soul
    I try to prevail, but when I preach, it only hurt their sales
    Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
    But you my ****, wish you the best for real
    When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
    Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
    Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin'
    Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein'
    You would be in trouble to body double or couple me to these others
    'Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
    That they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
    I huddle with Nubians, new beginning again
    You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold
    And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck
    If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
    Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no, I don't give a
    Flying duck, nothing but a buckshot, chk-pow!
    Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
    Ain't never been no rapper this cold since Tupac was froze
    And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
    Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
    And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
    Antsy 'cause I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
    Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot with shades on
    Bitch pussy smell like a penguin
    Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis
    Bitch, when I say this, I mean this, ho, I'm the meanest
    Dick so big, stretch from Earth to Venus
    That molly got me nauseous, aw shit, no off switch
    Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock" shit
    That is my synopsis, ostrich posh shit
    Hoes on some goth shit, stop it, you not this!
    Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
    Cryin' tears of vodka, prima donna at the concert
    Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
    Just bein' honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
    Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860
    A heavy smoker, so you know I brought the Blake with me
    The moon's reflection off the lake hit me
    You shoulda stayed with me, now many Asian bitches lay with me
    The face is silky like a tablecloth
    My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
    Red roses dropped from boxes very often
    Confetti torchin', drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton
    Outstandin'
    I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
    You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon
    The cloud of smoke like the phantom, damn, this shit tastes like fantastic, uh
    You see me comin' through in each state
    Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
    Cuffed to my wrist, I've got the briefcase
    The gavel slam, I'm a free man, try not to eat ham
    Big KRIT, shawty, spit like my last breath, casket rap, six deep
    Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
    After that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
    Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch? All I had was rap
    When all they had was wack, all I wanted was love, all they had was dap
    Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win is the aftermath
    Ask LeBron, open palm slap a bitch
    Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
    Chokin' **** out with the anchors that they anchor with
    Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
    Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
    Been a killer, '86er, ****, that's my born year
    Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country ways
    Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
    Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades
    Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
    I put that on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
    Most rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to drop another album
    B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't you?
    In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too (That wasn't no sample, ****)
    Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
    Fuck your Louis flag, popping Benji tags on your wifey's ass (On your wifey's ass)
    That's out of line, but in living color?
    I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist

    Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Rakim Mayers, Chauncy Hollis, Jo-Vaugn Scott, Michael Wayne Atha, Daniel Sewell, Ariyan Arslani & Justin Scott.

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