OG Lyrics
[Verse 1: Strata]
I'll tell you whats good bitch
My whole life is
My pain it runs deep
But I'm still right here smilin'
Cut a branch of that tree
I'm talking bout that family
And thats a metaphor for that OG
Talking that strong not talking that low-T
I been bad like Mike Jack
Soon as I got this mic jack
I eat a beat like a light snack
I go dumb nigga white trash
I know i get it poppin'
Cuz I spit that high octane
And I'm feeling light-headed
Like Paris Hilton
I'm inhaling all the vapors
Then I'm passing it to T
Yeah you can call me Speedy
Cuz I'm getting to the cheese
Looney Tunes on you bitches
Middle finger to the breeze
Cuz my attitude is fuck it
Till I muthafuckin' leave
I'm getting so fuckin' faded
I'm bout to disappear like poof
And I'm headed to the top
I'm talking straight up to the roof
I just do it Nike swoosh
When I'm all up in this booth
Ain't no conspiracy man
This right heres the proof
And what I have been spittin'
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It's bout 190 proof
And what has got me gone
Has got me all up on the moon
And niggas keep on asking
Tell em that its coming soon
If they ask about that fire flame
I got that shit like Tune uh
Ain't no man can do it like this
To get like me you mothahfuckas wish
Tryna get rich off this rap shit
Cuz my flow sick as a skinny bitch shtick
Yeah and I never whine
OG got me my outta my mind
My top gone like that nigga bane
You stay on that bull like Loul Deng
