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1Train
ASAP Rocky

[Verse 1: A$Ap Rocky]

Feelin’ like a vigilante or a missionary

Tell my A$Ap killers get they pistols ready

Send ‘em to the cemetery with obituaries

Don’t be scared, nigga, is you ready?

I been thinkin’ ‘bout, all the Os in my bank account

Extra Os in my bed, ‘round the same amount

Ever since this new star fame came about

Or, even since me and Drizzy started hangin’ out

Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang

Transitioned to a Lamborghini from a Mustang

Drug slang, in the drug game, with the hustling

(I know one thing)

Anything is better than that 1 Train

Bag made at Goyard, cheffing like I’m Boyar – Dee

Probably sellin’ D and in your local courtyard

Braids like I’m O-Dog, a la familia: go hard,

Down to my in-laws, they outlaws with no law


[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

We outlaw, then I bogart, any bozack, I approach that

When 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 ball park with all sharks and a blindfold I rob cold

My K hot, your nine cold, it bark like canines, throwin’

That banana clip, straight from the rip

I’ll make that shirt stay ripped, 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 supposed ta

Rocks at your posters

Drop nice like this, I metamorph like I’m supposed ta

I might slice my wrists or pretend like a vulture

And jump off this – cliff…


[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]

Barely even conscious, talkin’ to my conscience

Gettin’ deeper and 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 in the

The violence and the killings, so give in

They see my pigment, and yo that was the ign’ance

Unfortunately, I am not that type of nigglet

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 signing to the Roc

But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks

And I swear it hurt me, so 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 fucking rapper

Fuck it, painter, skater, musician, trailer park

Dirt ditch digging, burger flipping, eat, sleep shittin’ human being

You would be in trouble to buy double a cup of me

To these others, ‘cause comparatively speaking

My reach is beyond the bubble that they put me in

My vision’s beyond the Hubble’s, I huddle with Nubians

You beginning again – you in school at 10, late

Radioactive’s going gold

And so? Great!

Do I give a flying duck if I’m applying love to my rhyming,

Plus aligning us?

Alabama’s climbing up, wait, no I don’t give a flying duck

Nothin’ but a buckshot

“Chick – pow! ”

Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot

Ain’t never been a rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze

And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show

Yelawolf


[Verse 5: Danny Brown]

Weed a different color like a hoodrat’s bra and panties

And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries

And see guys, I’m high like Michael Jackson’s penny loafers

Moonwalkin’ on the sun, barefoot, with shades on

The 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: “Hoe, I’m the meanest”

Dick so big stretch from Earth to Venus

That molly got me nauseous, I’m shittin’ out monsters

Lawless, obnoxious, on that “suck my cock” shit

That is my synopsis, ostrich plot shit

Hoes on some got shit – “Stop it! You not this! ”

Not this, regardless, heartless and awkward

Cryin’ tears of vodka, premadonna at the concert

A goner smokin’ chronic ‘bout to vomit gin and toinc

Trust me, I’m honest, tell me: “Isn’t that ironic?”


[Verse 6: Action Bronson]

Swiftly, I shift the beamer 8-60

A heavy smoker so you know I brought the blake with me

The moon’s reflection off the lake hit me

You should have 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 from boxes very often

Confetti tossing, drinking Henny like I’m Kenny Lofton

Outstanding…

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 taste like fantastic

You see me coming through in each state

Just so the lord can put the fork inside the cheesecake

Cuffed to my wrist I got the briefcase

Gabble slam, I’m a free man, try not to eat ham…


[Verse 6: Big K. Are. I. T]

Spit like my last breath, casket wrapped, six deep

Eyes closed, the black is back, out cold, the legs went flat

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 wins the aftermath

Ask Lebron, open palm slap a bitch

Walk the the plank, I’ll break a bank

I’ve been in the business of sinkin’ ships

Choking niggas out with the anchors they they anchored with

Resuscitations cost the label, I’m taxin’ if you want a hit

Clear – fuck your career bitch, I was born here

Been a killer, eighty-sixer, nigga that’s my born year

Get the fuck from ‘round here – that’s just my country ways

Suckin’ on your mama’s titty, bitchin’ while I was choppin’ blades

Grippin’ grain, fuckin’ hoes, candy paint like everglades

Miss me with that rapper, child, I’ll take that shit up with my base

I put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me?

Most rappers hopin’ the world end

So they won’t have to drop another album

B. B. King’s all 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

The way they water flow, Dixie River Pass

Fuck your Louis flag, poppin’ Benjie 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…


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