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

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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN

A$AP Rocky

Stimme und Gesang

Kendrick Lamar

Stimme und Gesang

Joey Bada$$

Stimme und Gesang

Yelawolf

Stimme und Gesang

Danny Brown

Stimme und Gesang

Action Bronson

Stimme und Gesang

Big K.R.I.T.

Stimme und Gesang

Assala Nasri

Sampling-Künstler:in

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Rakim Mayers

Songwriter:in

Chauncy Hollis

Songwriter:in

Jo-Vaugn Scott

Songwriter:in

Michael Atha

Songwriter:in

Daniel Sewell

Songwriter:in

Ariyan Arslani

Songwriter:in

Justin Scott

Songwriter:in

Kendrick Duckworth

Kendrick Duckworth

Songwriter:in

PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK

Hector Delgado

Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Hit-Boy

Produzent:in

MIKE DEAN

Mischtechniker:in

Stuart Innis

Ingenieurassistent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Uh, 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, ****, 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, 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

Anything is better than that 1 Train (I know one thing)

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]

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 doot-doot! 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's on

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 musta 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 to

Darts at your posters, dark nights like this

I metamorph like I'm 'posed to, I might slice my wrist

Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff

[Verse 3]

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 **** 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 ****, wish you the best for real

[Verse 4]

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, chk-pow!

Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot

Ain't never been no rapper this cold since Tupac was froze

And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

[Verse 5]

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, aw shit, no off switch

Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock" shit

That is my synopsis, ostrich 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, isn't that ironic?

[Verse 6]

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 shoulda 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 dropped from boxes very often

Confetti torchin', 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, uh

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 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, a championship win is 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' **** 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, ****, 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

[Verse 8]

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 (That wasn't no sample, ****)

Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past

Fuck your Louis flag, popping Benji tags on your wifey's ass (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

Written by: Ariyan Arslani, Chauncy Hollis, Daniel Sewell, Jo-Vaugn Scott, Justin Scott, Kendrick Lamar, Michael Atha, Rakim Mayers

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