OG's (feat. Chillinit)

Yeah, man I've been waitin' for this one

Free Big Willy's in the building

Cho-cho, B and E, yeah, mother-fuckers

Who laid that gold?

Yellow brick road

The wizards of oz (They know)

Who built the bridge

Over the trolls?

Three billy-goats (K.O.)

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

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 O-Gs?

We the fucking O-Gs

In the eyes of the storm fly higher

Destiny's Lane blazed off a smoke tree

I'm a gold member to Mike Myers

Blocking out shade Ray-Bans to Oakleys

Gonna send ya the sea is rising

Bullet and a target for pagans and phonies

A midnight coke fiend, kill a whole genre

Happy in my hoodie on stage with a dope beat, hahaha, catch that

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 eighty-one, bitch, you know

Who the OG's?

We the fucking OG's

I slang pot till I'm high-high

Freak bitch Bangkok on a Thai flight

Mile high club when I ride by

Offspring pretty fly for the white guy

Now it's little white lines and a drive by

Now I'm having little white lines and a mai tai

Now I'm having Star Wars Star Trek sci-fi

No prince brother, I'm your prince like Cyhi

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

We 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 eighty-one, bitch, you know

Who the OG's?

We the fucking OG's

My, my

Just a little F-Y-I

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

Ruined the chance that a boy won't last long

Rolled up with the import kush

Put two in the gram then whoosh through the glass bong

Eso, this good shit till the old boy pass on

We a long road 'til I cycle the flow

That's Tour De France when I go Lance Armstrong

Yeah, this track's 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

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'ma 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

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 yo 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 eighty-one, bitch, you know

Who the O-Gs?

We the fucking O-Gs