Vin Jay - Sith (Explicit)
Written by：Vincent Jacovelli
The Lord gave me determination and grit
Don't beat around the bush I prefer to say what it is
Perfect day when I'm lurking and burning spray from the hip
Then forcefully choke him like I learned the ways of the sick
Termination of bliss
Vertebrae getting ripped
Recording while he's screaming and I turn his pain to a hit
I heard your little rap if that's your version of a diss
Then I'll be really out for blood like a murder case of a dick
Can't let a pussy be dictating my actions
Shit is propane I'm a lit flame to the gas with a sick brain
I'm an addict
It's all a joke till your ribcage getting cracked
And I'm still craving the static
All up in your grill like a kid playing in traffic
I'm rich famous and laughing my dick claim to my taxes
This kid yapping like Vinny Chase was a maniac
Just keeping your own lane
You bitch made little has been
Just let me know if it's a problem or a thing
I know that I got commas in the bank
But I still stock you in the face
And that's me showing obvious restraint
I lift the grip up and I ain't talking Ail in a skate
You obsolete and fake but getting cocky from the fame
So I'mma give you all my lyrics
Let you copy them and paste
But still you wouldn't top me in the ranks
I swear the only buzz you getting now is
From the Yatchy and the gang
The prodigy remains It's time to put your body in the grave
I'm sick of all the gossip and debates
Career's looking rocky as Dwayne
That's why you hollering my name
There ain't too many options that remain
Man to man stop that I'm sad your fans want that
Keep sneak dissing you can plan to grab contracts
All that slick talk will turn to hand to hand combat
911 get the ambulance on that
Yeah I reload and seek no truce
No need of a cheat code delete foes and leave no proof
Homie l'm potent with the tunes
I'll leave them broken and abuse
He said he never back down so let's provoke him till he do
Now this the product of the formative scars
I manifested in the blessings from me torching the bars
I was broke and now my net worth is orbiting Mars
So I don't rap like the rent is due or the mortgages are
Homie I was 14 freestyling on the blacktop
Never thought I'd make 5 milli off a laptop
The shit's a festival I'm leaving when the band stop
Metal on my body and it's notched to keep the plan hot
Can't ignore the signs homie I was born to thrive
Four-door Porsches on resorts and I'll afford it fine
Getting bored of performing is sort of mortifying me
Making a fortune every quarter is getting normalized
Swear to paper is a fatal pursuit
You either make a lane or make an excuse
That's why I'm lacing the booth
And sonning rappers like I'm raising the youth
I tell them look in my direction now you facing the truth
Yeah they want me for the feature I just gracefully decline
But really I should take it as a sign
I hate to be the guy to let you know that
You're complacent and deprived
And never been the one displaying greatness in its prime
I faithfully remind them of the traits that I define
That's authenticity and skill and they've been tastefully refined
You basic by design it's painful to describe
I heard your whole fucking album
Not a statement I rewind you little bitch
