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Aap Rocky – 1Train Lyrics

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Uh Uh, feelin like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my AAP killers, get they pistols ready
Send em to the cemetery with obituaries
Dont be scared, nigga, is you ready?
Ive been thinkin bout all the Os in my bank account what?
Extra 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, huh
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 Im Boyar
Dee, probably sellin D in your local courtyard
Braids like Im O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, 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 yall like, Doo, doo, I hate yall
When the beef cooked, I ate yall like, Mmm, mmm!
Lets play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold
I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9s on

That banana clip, straight from the rip
Ill make that shirt say R.I.P. Im on some shit
If Im not the hottest then Hell must have 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 posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like Im posed ta, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff

Barely even conscious, talkin to my conscience
Gettin deeper in 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 and the -isms
The violence and the killin, so given

They seen my pigment and thought that was the ignance
Unfortunately, I am not that type of niglet
But pass the pot, let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 oclock with Jigga
And Im 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, I 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 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 visions beyond the Hubbles
I huddle with Nubians, new beginnin again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactives goin gold
And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck
If Im applyin love to my rhymin plus alignin us?

Alabamas climbin up, wait! No, I dont give a
Flying duck nothin but a buckshot, ch-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood-clot
Aint never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella showYelawolf

Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause Im high like Michael Jackson, penny loafers
Moonwalkin on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch pussy smell like a penguin

Wouldnt hit that shit with my worst enemys penis
Bitch, when I say this, I mean this Ho, Im the meanest
Dick so big, its like 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, ostrichs 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, isnt that ironic?

Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860
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 mornin on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses dropped from boxes very often
Confetti torchin, drinkin Henny like Im Kenny Lofton
Outstandin

I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Gramblin
You see us scramblin, sellin Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the phantom
Damn, this shit tastes like fantastic, uh

You see me comin through in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist, Ive got the briefcase
The gavel slam, Im a free man, try not to eat ham

Big K.R.I.T., 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 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 and 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, Ive been in the business of sinkin ships
Chokin niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with

Resuscitations cost the label, Im taxin if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, 86er nigga, thats my born year
Get the fuck from round here, thats just my country ways
Suckin on your mommas 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 soul, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hopin the world end so they wont have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why cant you?
In order to come up close, youll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
That wasnt no sample, nigga!

Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, poppin benji tags on your wifeys ass On your wifeys ass
Thats out of line, but in livin color?
Im more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers a true artist