On Lock (Explicit)-Vin Jay

歌手 : Vin Jay

专辑 : On Lock (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:31

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TXT On Lock (Explicit)-Vin Jay 文本歌词

On Lock (Explicit) - Vin Jay

Lyrics by：Vincent Jacovelli

Composed by：Zachary Koval

Produced by：Zachary Koval

Give me the mic and I'ma snap in a sec'

Feelin' like a burn victim got a brand to protect

Makin' millions out the crib so I've been travelin' less

But when I do my queens with me like I'm stackin' the deck

Now seven days of the week I'm setting flame to the beats

To find me a worthy foe it be best to raise the deceased

See I ain't part of this generation of fiends

Who sensitive as a bitch and need medication to breathe

Shit until I'm in the ground with Miller

Consider me a Mac 'round for a thousand winters

They down and bitter I'm back they bound to wither

I leave their face swelled up like a pound of filler come on

Everything I do is rare still it's well done

Dope high key high key? Like Adele sung

Tell me who you hang with or where you dwell from

Amazon pull up to your crib get your bell rung

Late night know I'm on your mind

I'ma live in your head rent free

In your head rent free

Can't stop the way that I'm poppin'

They watch and they can't believe shh

Tell 'em all that I'm still thrivin'

Oh the most doubted one no the grind won't stop ooo

And they all still wilin'

Y'all can't deny that I got the game on lock lock

Yeah I'm comin' after bills no Belichick

Vin is in the buildin' quicker than 911 threats

Hella stressed y'all ain't fuckin' with the legend yet

Icon all up in your face like Meta Quest

Flows current ain't no wonder why we gettin' streams

I ain't envious but hella green up in my denim jeans

You could send your whole team give 'em weaponry

And watch me put 50 in a cast no Den of Thieves

Home body I ain't travelin' far

But I just got a second spot like I was rackin' a bar

Yeah I'm fully independent still I'm lappin' the stars

The white boy move crowds more than National Guards bitch

And I'ma send shots 'til my last clip

On the road to wealth this shit is feelin' like a drag strip

Ain't a lie that they can tell to make your man slip

Fire on the blunts the only time I'm gettin' gas lit

Won't stray from the smoke I lace it with dope

Danglin' ropes hangin' you hoes with a blade to your throat

Fatal as coke paid from the raw slang in the quotes

I'm makin' 'em go Hindu they all praisin' the goat

But I ain't really into yappin' or the rap drama

I'm the motherfuckin' illest is your man's mantra

Only way I'd ever pale in comparison is 'cause I'm white

And I made a lane in a black genre