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Vin Jay - On One (Explicit)
Written by：Vincent Jacovelli
Steady waiting on the moment
I can say goodbye to flowin'
But they begging me to stay to fuck the game up
Guess I gotta stay devoted
Let the pian become the motive
Load a lyric in the clip and let the flame bust
Now we rolling with the Glock cocked
Traveling the onslaught coming while the bombs drop
Damaging every last hater with they nonstop badgering
I pull up on them hoes now they panicking
On the wave and l'm the captain of my crew
The way that be living life is just a fantasy to you
Attacking every rapper yeah the cannibal is loose
Little pussy get pummeled this is animal abuse
I've been on one game time got 'em riled up
You ain't seen no one like me in a while love
Yeah no telling when your time's up
Another loose end tryna tie him up
They know I been on one
Sip slow I'm a mile up
Any zip code big bro who they dial up
Never mind who declined us
Watch the accolades as they pile up
Tell 'em I been no one
Pressure make diamonds I'm bound to get a billi
I ain't talking 'bout Cyrus
Y'all ain't hear me coming like EVs or hybrids
The irony of it is I could never be silenced
Jab jab slip overhand right roll
Pump out the hits and watch 'em all fold
I'm 'bout to change the name to black mold
I'm a kill em 'fore they see me
I'mma knock 'em out cold
Ain't a killer but the pen will make them weep though
Opponents all are choking like they demonstrating deep throat
Rapping like I'm on a fucking ventilator breathe bro
Never mind the past in the present I'm the G-O-A-T
Place me with pac and shady
Hopsin' wayne or anyone who's popping lately cock it aim then
Who left in my way
It's death and decay forgive me for my devilish ways
But I've been on one game time got 'em riled up
You ain't seen no one like me in a while love
Yeah no telling when your time's up
Another loose end tryna tie him up
They know I been on one
Sip slow I'm a mile up
Any zip code big bro who they dial up
Never mind who declined us
Watch the accolades as they pile up
Tell 'em I been no one
Fuck that
I ain't even closer to done l comatose 'em
Hold 'em by the throat like I'm the chosen one
The skull bludgeoning bone crusher is owed in blood
And known to hold a grudge
Like a loaded gun with a scope and drum
Taking them straight to the grave like hush money
You punks gully or what
Getting stomped with the chucks muddy
Your lungs bloodying up in the trunk of the punch buggy
You bums lucky we left you with legs to run from me
Little bitch
