OG's - with The Brisbane Symphony Orchestra

Who laid that gold
Yellow brick road
The wizards of oz
They know

Who built the bridge
Over the trolls
3 billy goats
KO

Knockin' 'em out
No fucking around
We slapping the hate
Out your cake hole

Built a whole kingdom from nothing
Then carried that bitch
To the top of the summit like

Boom
We making moves
Sweeping the game
All these rappers we give 'em the broom

Ewww
We dropping jewels
Built 'em a school
Like the architects painting the view

Zoom
Into the Louvre
Our songs are Da Vinci codes
That we wrote up on the moon
Boom

Who the OG's
We the fucking OG's

I'm up on a vibe
I'm up on a vibe
Islands in the sky
Islands in the sky
Ho please we make that goats cheese
One love for the young bucks
But we the fucking OG's
We blaze it up
Yeah, that's OG
We run it up just like Kobe with 81
Bitch you know
Who the OG's?
We the fucking OG's

I grow seeds into oak trees
I go beast on a crack beat
That MC that's so ill I've got Covid scared to catch me
This is ChillinIt and BnE you gone feel this shit like some DMT
And you know the drill when we team up
Got the whole crowd yelling out 'these cunts'!

Shit did y'all just notice ChillinIt
Put a whole bunch of BnE songs in his rhyme when he spitted it
Like paying homage to the OG's that he grew up with that's love
That's the realist shit
It's so dope how we pass the baton to the next gen
And our brethren keep killing it
Kind of like what Kobe did for Zion Williams
Shit we can all make millions

I'm up on a vibe
I'm up on a vibe
Islands in the sky
Islands in the sky
Ho please we make that goats cheese
One love for the young bucks
But we the fucking OG's
We blaze it up
Yeah that's OG
We run it up just like Kobe with 81
Bitch you know
Who the OG's?
We the fucking OG's

My my
Just a little FYI
Y'all seen my rookie card up in the Beckett
Man, that shit gone sky high
I told y'all back on the track with Nas
It's a game and on this island this kingdom who the fuck you
Thinks been ballin' like Jordan and Pippen

Listen who are y'all kidding see the gold rings on the wall
What a glorious vision
I'm in the business of winning them chips then I flip 'em to
Cribs that are gorgeous to live in
Oh oh Lord what a feeling 500 horses roaring and kickin'
When I'm in the Porsche and I'm flooring it
Whizzing by all these haters flicking them off while I'm giggling

Yeah this tracks a riot
And when big Macka's rhyming
I tear shit down like Shaq and Zion
And eat that beat like a pack of Lions

Raa!!

That's right I'm spark a spliff and get high
Cause I'm iller then Magilla Gorilla with a banana clip in this mic
Like
Fully automatic with the raps god damn I'm a let 'em all have it
When I hit that kush
I'm on a whole other level
I feast on sheep I'm a big bad wolf
Boo!!
My flows are so cold that's why the ducks go south
I spit flames I'm Rick James
All up in your house yelling fuck your couch

I'm up on a vibe
I'm up on a vibe
Islands in the sky
Islands in the sky
Ho please we make that goats cheese
One love for the young bucks
But we the fucking OG's
We blaze it up
Yeah that's OG
We run it up just like Kobe with 81
Bitch you know
Who the OG's?
We the fucking OG's



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Anders Reichardt, Jonathan Vincent Notley, Max Donald Mackinnon, Blake James Turnell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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