OG’s
[Intro: Bliss, Esoterik & Chillinit]
Yeah man, I've been waiting for this one
Got three big willies in the building (ha ha ha)
Chill chill, B 'n E
Yeah, motherfuckers
I'm up on a vibe, I'm up on a vibe
[Verse 1: Bliss, Esoterik & Both]
Uh, yo
Who lead 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 fuckin' around we slappin' the hate out your (cake hole)
Built a whole kingdom from nothing and carried that bitch to the top of the summit like boom, we makin' moves
Sweepin' the game, all of these rappers we give them the broom (Ooo)
We droppin' jewеls, built 'em a school like the architеcts painting the view (zoom)
Into the Louvre, our songs are Da Vinci codes that we wrote up on the moon (boom)
Who the OGs?
We the fucking OGs
[Verse 2: Chillinit]
In the eyes of the storm, fly higher
Destiny's lane blazed off a smoke tree
I'm a gold member, I'm Mike Myers
Rockin' out shade way better Oakleys
Gotta send it, the sea's rising, bull's and a target
If I pay get the phone is a midnight coke fiend
Kill a whole genre
Happy in the hoody on stage with a dope beat
Ha ha ha, catch that
[Chorus: Bliss, Esoterik & both]
Ey
I'm up on a vibe, I'm up on a vibe, yeah
Islands in the sky, islands in the sky, yeah
Hoe, please, we make that goats cheese
One love for the young bucks but
We the fucking OGs
[Post Chorus: Bliss & Esoterik]
Ooh
We blaze is up, yeah that's OG (yeah)
We run it up just like Kobe (yeah)
With anyone, bitch you know
Who the OGs?
We the fucking OGs
[Verse 3: Chillinit]
I sling pot 'til 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 to the white lines and I drive by
Now I'm havin' little white lines and a mai tai
Now I'm havin' the Star Wars, Star Trek, Sci-Fis
No prince, brother, I'm your prince I'm Cyhi
[Verse 4: Esoterik]
I grow seeds into oak trees
I go beast on a crack beat
That MC that's so ill
I got COVID, scared to catch me
This is Chillinit and B 'n E
You gon' feel this shit like some DMT
And you know the drill, when we team up
We got the whole crowd yellin' out "these cunts!"
[Verse 5: Bliss]
Shit, the judges know that Chillinit
Put a whole bunch of B 'n E songs in his rhyme when he spitted it
Like paying homage to the OGs that he grew up with
That's love, that's the realest shit
It's so dope how we pass the baton to the next gen
And our brethren keep killin' it
Kinda like what Kobe did with Zion Williamson
Shit, we can all make millions, woo
[Chorus: Bliss, Esoterik & both]
I'm up on a vibe, I'm up on a vibe, yeah
Islands in the sky, islands in the sky, yeah
Hoe, please, (woo) we make that goats cheese
One love for the young bucks but
We the fucking OGs
[Post Chorus: Bliss & Esoterik]
Ooh
We blaze is up, yeah that's OG (yeah)
We run it up just like Kobe (yeah)
With anyone, bitch you know
Who the OGs?
We the fucking OGs (woo)
[Verse 6: Bliss]
My, my, just a little FYI
Y'all seen my rookie caught up in the back get
Man, that shit gon' sky high (yes sir)
I told ya back on the track with Nas
It's a game and on this island, this kingdom
Who the fuck you think's been born
I'm like Jordan and Pippen
Listen, who are y'all kiddin'
See the gold rings on the wall, what a glorious vision
I'm in the business of winnin'
Them chips and I flip them with cribs that are gorgeous to live in
Oh, oh lord what a feelin'
Five hundred horses roar when they kick in
When I'm in a Porsche and I floor in a blitz
And by all these haters flickin' 'em off on and I'm gigglin'
[Verse 6: Chillinit]
(Yo Chill, where you at?)
Ruined your chance and a boy won't last long
Rolled up with the import kush
Put two in the grams, then push to the glass bong
That's so
This good shit, tell the old boy "pass on"
We a long road 'til I cycle the flow
That's Tour de France when I go Lance Armstrong
[Verse 7: Esoterik]
Yeah, this track's a riot
And when Big Macca's rhyming
I tear shit down like Shaq and Zion
And eat that beat like a pack of lions
That's right, I'ma spark a spliff and get high
'Cause I'm iller than Magilla Gorilla with a banana, clipping this mic, like
Fully automatic with the raps, god damn
I'ma let 'em all have it when I hit that kush (god damn)
I'm on a whole another level, I feast on sheep, I'm a big bad wolf (Ough)
My flows are so cold (aw) that's why the ducks go south
I spit flames, I'm Rick James
All up in your house yelling "fuck your couch!"
[Chorus: Bliss, Esoterik & both]
Ey
I'm up on a vibe, I'm up on a vibe, yeah
Islands in the sky, islands in the sky, yeah
Hoe, please, we make that goats cheese
One love for the young bucks but
We the fucking OGs
[Post Chorus: Bliss & Esoterik]
Ooh
We blaze is up, yeah that's OG (yeah)
We run it up just like Kobe (yeah)
With anyone, bitch you know
Who the OGs?
We the fucking OGs