OG’s (with The Brisbane Symphony Orchestra) lyrics

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 f*cking around
We slapping the hate
Out your cake hole

Built a whole kingdom from nothing
Then carried that b*tch
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 f*cking 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 f*cking OG’s
We blaze it up
Yeah, that’s OG
We run it up just like Kobe with 81
b*tch you know
Who the OG‘s?
We the f*cking 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 sh*t like some DMT and you know the drill when we team up
Got the whole crowd yelling out ‘these c*nts’!
sh*t 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 sh*t
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
sh*t 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 f*cking OG’s
We blaze it up
Yeah that’s OG
We run it up just like Kobe with 81
b*tch you know
Who the OG‘s?
We the f*cking OG’s

My my
Just a little FYI
Y’all seen my rookie card up in the Beckett
Man, that sh*t 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 f*ck 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 sh*t 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’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
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 f*ck 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 f*cking OG’s
We blaze it up
Yeah that’s OG
We run it up just like Kobe with 81
b*tch you know
Who the OG‘s?
We the f*cking OG’s