Overdose - Vin Jay

One minute, let me get in my bag

Filling up my pen with the venom when I rap

Ain’t nobody better so we’ll never mind that

Get a hit o' run run, go tell 'em I’m back

Never going back again

Few people in the game that can rap with him

I spit flames and attack ya men

I’m sicker than a fucking pathogen

I lose count when I track the wins

And I’ma rip it 'til I make the map

Show praise to the greats who done paved the paths

So face the facts, I raise 'til it fades to black

I blaze a track and tell 'em that it pays to rap

Until I’m dead and gone

Kill 'em with every rhythm that I get upon, bet the form

When they be pushing upon the metaphors

Get 'em all jealous they wishing that I was never born

But they never gonna forgive me, shout out to Pentagon

Hella bombs, that I came to drop in a Caribbean

They wonder when the reign will stop

I’ll feign the cross until I get my name to pop

And I’ll be kicking down doors 'til I break the locks

And like blah!

Come on, and witness the madness

Money in the bank, can’t fit in the mattress

And the game on lock, with the biggest advantage

Ain’t nobody ever do it in a similar fashion

Like run with the veteran, pumping adrenaline

Rapping to kill it, so fuck if I benefit

Done with you haters, you fuckers are feminine

Lyrical bullets are bucking you gentleman

Listen up I got a new statistic

Fuck the system and abuse the business

Instrumentals getting bruised and blistered

But now

Fuck 'em all, I’m 'bout to beast

I been on my grind, I been working on the low

I been holding back, fuck 'em all I’m 'bout to beast

Labels on the line, tell 'em hold the phone

Y’all ain’t ready for the kid, I’ll make 'em overdose

Try to find another rapper that’s realer

Only wanted me up in the game no filler

Murdered every record, called the kid a blood spiller

Clipped this fool with rhymes boy, that boy a track killer

Close your eyes, try to picture greatness

Fuck the stage up and flip the payments

Pop a tab and I’ma trip in Vegas

And I fuck your broad, until the bitch is famous

Like nah, you ain’t never gonna get a co-sign

Last minute I’ma break it to the goal line

Flow too wet, and I’ma never let the hole dry

Everybody want in, I’m an underground gold mine

Want peace, but they pray to fight me

Never gotta ask for payday politely

At the mall with fake chains and Nikes

I’m 'bout to get the crew to gangbang your wifey

Make a record and I put it on vinyl

Beat it on my chest, man that boy too primal, ahh

I don’t got to flex on my rivals

They all know my last shit went viral

Listen up and I’ma try to reach ya

In the game and you can ride the bleachers

I don’t wanna collab but it’s nice to meet ya

Putting Vin up on the track, that’s a pricey feature

What if I defeat ya like a violent reaper

I done burned the booth and I done bombed the speakers

I don’t give a fuck if I be popping either

'Cause now

Fuck 'em all, I’m 'bout to beast

I been on my grind, I been working on the low

I been holding back, fuck 'em all I’m 'bout to beast

Labels on the line, tell 'em hold the phone

Y’all ain’t ready for the kid, I’ll make 'em overdose

Try to find another rapper that’s realer

Only wanted me up in the game no filler

Murdered every record, called the kid a blood spiller

Clipped this fool with rhymes boy, that boy a track killer