Spitty - 1 Train lyrics
[Spitty - 1 Train lyrics]
Spark up a tree in the middle of a forest
Set the whole place ablaze and watch
The five oh ignore it
Following they noses like hounds
After the incense light up a candle and wax
Off all of the innocence
I guess it's time to grow up
Got me grinding day to day
So it's time dough up
Little poison in my cup so
It's time to pour up
But when you lose count that's when
It's time to throw up
Backpack rapper wondering 'bout
What hat's in?
These buckets follow trends what
Happened to snapbacking?
He used to be Spitfire
They wonder what happened?
Well I'm tryna sit next to
Hov yelling what's happening?
That's it finish 'em it's a fatal attraction
Shoot me I dare ya I'll
Be writing in my casket
I'm on the Autobahn of life
Hoping that my gas in
Cause I'll only pump my brakes once
I'm chilling out in Aspen
Not the ghetto but my
Hood is something special
So many lies and fake boys
Like the son of Geppetto
This music more than a Game
Boy not a Nintendo
I'm taking over tonight like
Fallon after Leno this my inauguration
I'm thinking 4 terms just
To start the conversation
Put my face up on that mountain
Above all of those ancients
No disrespect but this a new school operation
The anger of 8 Kendricks couldn't outrage me
My skin color Brown like samosas and gravy
Yeah my people drive taxis
So shout out Scorsese
Let the man call Action so I can go crazy
Not a KRIT or a crip just a kid in the game
Even Rocky lost his fight so
No worries 'bout the pain
Not a Badass just a lone Wolf in the rain
Only one chance at life one shot one train
Set the whole place ablaze and watch
The five oh ignore it
Following they noses like hounds
After the incense light up a candle and wax
Off all of the innocence
I guess it's time to grow up
Got me grinding day to day
So it's time dough up
Little poison in my cup so
It's time to pour up
But when you lose count that's when
It's time to throw up
Backpack rapper wondering 'bout
What hat's in?
These buckets follow trends what
Happened to snapbacking?
He used to be Spitfire
They wonder what happened?
Well I'm tryna sit next to
Hov yelling what's happening?
That's it finish 'em it's a fatal attraction
Shoot me I dare ya I'll
Be writing in my casket
I'm on the Autobahn of life
Hoping that my gas in
Cause I'll only pump my brakes once
I'm chilling out in Aspen
Not the ghetto but my
Hood is something special
So many lies and fake boys
Like the son of Geppetto
This music more than a Game
Boy not a Nintendo
I'm taking over tonight like
Fallon after Leno this my inauguration
I'm thinking 4 terms just
To start the conversation
Put my face up on that mountain
Above all of those ancients
No disrespect but this a new school operation
The anger of 8 Kendricks couldn't outrage me
My skin color Brown like samosas and gravy
Yeah my people drive taxis
So shout out Scorsese
Let the man call Action so I can go crazy
Not a KRIT or a crip just a kid in the game
Even Rocky lost his fight so
No worries 'bout the pain
Not a Badass just a lone Wolf in the rain
Only one chance at life one shot one train