OG Flow

Yeah, I’m OG certified, never needed no stamp, My voice electric—voltage in the amp. Flow sick, make the Pro Tools damp, Every beat I jump on get a toe tag, champ. I don’t rap, I detonate—boom in the booth, Words stick like glue, every syllable proof. Old soul, new tech, call me vinyl in youth, They study my lines like they searchin’ for truth. I got that OG flow, they know when I step in the zone, Bars cut deep like chrome, every word etched in stone. Been grindin’ since flip phones, now my sound’s full grown, I’m the king of my code, microphone killer ya know Used to dream in the studio, now I live in the mix, Came from nothin’ but the hustle, now the ice on the wrist. Ain’t a gimmick in sight, no tricks, just hits, I make pain sound lavish like designer fits. I’m the blueprint, truest ink on the page, Talk slick—get erased, like chalk on stage. These rappers all sound alike, caught in the cage, I bring heat like revenge—welcome to my rage. Every rhyme a relic, every beat a grave, I baptize the mic, make the devil behave. OG in the booth, I don’t follow the wave, I am the current—y’all just ride what I gave. I got that OG flow, they know when I step in the zone, Bars cut deep like chrome, every word etched in stone. Been grindin’ since flip phones, now my sound’s full grown, I’m the king of my code, microphone killer ya know