On Lock - Vin Jay: songteksten, videoclips en concerten

On Lock

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Hip-Hop/Rap

On Lock werd uitgebracht op 29 mei 2026 door Vin Jay als onderdeel van het album On Lock - Single

Informatie over de song

AlbumOn Lock - Single

Releasedatum29 mei 2026

LabelVin Jay

TaalEnglish

Melodische kwaliteit

Akoestiek

Valence

Dansbaarheid

Energie

BPM95

OVERZICHT

SONGTEKSTEN

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Vin Jay

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Vincent Jacovelli

Vincent Jacovelli

Songwriter

Zachary Koval

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Zachary Koval

Producer

Nick Niker

Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

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 9/11 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

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

Written by: Vincent Jacovelli, Zachary Koval

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