1 Train

Album: LongLiveASAP (2013)
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  • 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, nigga, is you ready?
    I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?)
    X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
    Ever since this new star fame came about
    Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out
    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
    (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Train
    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 in-laws, 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, "DOO DOO!" 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 must've 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 ta
    Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
    I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, 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 niggas 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 nigga, 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, Ch, pow!
    Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
    Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac 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 should've 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 Gramblin'
    You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon
    The cloud of smoke like the phantom
    Damn this shit tastes like fantastic
    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' niggas 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, nigga, 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 nigga!)
    Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
    Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji tags 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 Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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