1train Lyrics - Longlivea$ap - Asap Rocky

Feelin like a vigilante or a missionary 

Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols ready 

Send em to the cemetery with obituaries 

Dont 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 Im Boyar Dee 

Probably sellin D and in your local courtyard 

Braids like Im O-Dog, a la familia: go hard, 

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

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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 yall like DOOT! DOOT! I hate yall 

When the beef cooked, I ate yall, like MMM MMM lets 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 

Ill make that shirt stay ripped, Im on some shit 

If Im not the hottest then Hell mustve froze over 

You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was 

I carry traits of a traumatized soldier 

Dont 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 Im supposed ta 

I might slice my wrists or pretend like a vulture 

And jump off this cliff 

Barely even conscious, talkin to my conscience 

Gettin deeper and these flows like conches 

Im on my convict, dont drop bars, I drop prisons 

Dont 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 ignance 

Unfortunately, I am not that type of nigglet 

But pass the pot let me skillet 

Just got back to the block from a 6 oclock with Jigga 

And Im 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 youre 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 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 visions beyond the Hubbles, I huddle with Nubians 

You beginning again you in school at 10, late 

Radioactives going gold 

And so? Great! 

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

Plus aligning us? 

Alabamas climbing up, wait, no I dont give a flying duck 

Nothin but a buckshot 

Chick POW! 

Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot 

Aint never been a 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 hoodrats bra and panties 

And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries 

And see guys, Im high like Michael Jacksons penny loafers 

Moonwalkin on the sun, barefoot, with shades on 

The bitch pussy smell like a penguin, 

Wouldnt hit that shit with my worst enemys penis 

Bitch, when I say this I mean this: Hoe, Im the meanest 

Dick so big stretch from Earth to Venus 

That molly got me nauseous, Im 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, Im honest, tell me: Isnt that ironic? 

Swiftly, I shift the beamer 8-60 

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

The moons 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 Im 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, Im a free man, try not to eat ham 

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 cant 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, Ill break a bank 

Ive been in the business of sinkin ships 

Choking niggas out with the anchors they they anchored with 

Resuscitations cost the label, Im taxin if you want a hit 

Clear fuck your career bitch, I was born here 

Been a killer, eighty-sixer, nigga thats my born year 

Get the fuck from round here thats just my country ways 

Suckin on your mamas titty, bitchin while I was choppin blades 

Grippin grain, fuckin hoes, candy paint like everglades 

Miss me with that rapper, child, Ill 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 wont have to drop another album 

B.B. Kings all the king in me so why cant you? 

In order to come up close youll 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 wifeys ass 

Thats out of line, but in living color 

I m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers 

A true artist