Strata - OG lyrics

[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