One Train Lyrics - Asap Rocky

[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 O's 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 

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[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, on shit, no off switch 

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