[Verse 1: Strata]
I'll tell you whats good b**h
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 n***a 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 pa**ing it to T
Yeah you can call me Speedy
Cuz I'm getting to the cheese
Looney Tunes on you b**hes
Middle finger to the breeze
Cuz my attitude is f** it
Till I muthaf**in' leave
I'm getting so f**in' 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'
It's bout 190 proof
And what has got me gone
Has got me all up on the moon
And n***as keep on asking
Tell em that its coming soon
If they ask about that fire flame
I got that sh** like Tune uh
Ain't no man can do it like this
To get like me you mothahf**as wish
Tryna get rich off this rap sh**
Cuz my flow sick as a skinny b**h shtick
Yeah and I never whine
OG got me my outta my mind
My top gone like that n***a bane
You stay on that bull like Loul Deng