OnOne

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