GLEY - 1 Train (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: GLEY] I'm this ASAP k**er In This Michael Jackson thriller Hear shots popping off In this mind of a dealer Holy water in my cup like I'm sitting at the dinner I don't sweat these little losses I was born a f**ing winner Look, I dedicated my soul these people know Ain't no exorcism but I be possessed with this flow Chasing my goal Questioning every one of my roles They ask me how to do it I just be taking the toll I'm talking truth to any one of the youth I been bumping with music my homies up in the booth As I'm rapping up a storm the rain is starting to pour I'm knocking up at this game watch as I open the door [Verse 2: Berk] Wake up thinking of what I be spitting I ain't ripping on gang members but man I'm not cripping Instead I be sipping, giving k**er crosses now you tripping You bought 40 but I'm still winning You giving me the points like this sh** is christmas I ain't even kidding, and you think I'm finished? Just buckle up man imma start hitting The rhymes are clever doing homers like never It's kinda scary but I'm only getting better Making your b**h scream she getting wetter By the rain drips on your mom's favorite sweater But let me break it down deeper Slippery slope just getting steeper Kick around the other players like I'm playing FIFA It's [?] and I believe you I'm a lyrical fajita, good eating to the ears I can hear bruh peep the one thing that's not addressed is what I came to express The fact that I spit like a demon and you thought I'm possessed The answer is yes Just like Nate when he wearing his vest You seen the text But I wrote this rap like I wrote a test If this is scary movie then you're next [Verse 3: Zam] ASAP Rocky f** that this is the remix Drinking from Holy Grail, Jesus Graduation soon call me Yeezus If you have a chance seize it Gone across the world global Cross the globe mobile You wanna know my body count total Everything I make is fuego On to bricks start with legos Rap rap thats how my day go Spend a dime on that hoe, Rondo My sh**'s quick, pronto Running through the 6 with my woes, Toronto Except I'm from the 215 dead or alive In the booth is where I thrive Stay in your lane stay sane Power let it reign Anything is better than that 1 train These rappers are a nuisance The game it's illusive My lifestyle I don't choose it All fancy sh** all exclusive On the track I'm abusive Long live ASAP long live my music [Verse 4: Sky] Oh yes we mentally unstable I want the label f** the money, f** the cars, f** the clothes These rhymes philosophical hit you harder than my fist Make you cut your wrist Step up and check me on that microphone Completely alone These flows will put me in the zone Moving sh** like Al Capone Considering it came out of my dome I sound f**ing mean with this tone!