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      1 Train (Feat. Kendrick lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.)

      1 Train (Feat. Kendrick lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.)

      A$ap Rocky

      Album: Long.Live.A$ap

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      A$ap Rocky - 1 Train (Feat. Kendrick lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.) Música y Letra

      [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
      Feeling like a vigilante or a missionary
      Tell my A$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
      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
      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 inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
      
      [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
      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 drone
      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
      
      [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
      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
      
      [Verse 4: Yelawolf]
      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 spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf
      
      [Verse 5: Danny Brown]
      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, oh I shit, no Auschwitz
      Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock" shit
      That is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit
      Hoes on some God 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?
      
      [Verse 6: Action Bronson]
      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 drop on boxes very often
      Confetti torture, 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
      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
      
      [Verse 7: Big K.R.I.T.]
      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 and cherish your wins
      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
      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

      A$ap Rocky - 1 Train (Feat. Kendrick lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.) Música y Letra

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