OG Press

Texas runs on blood

I run on a raw mud of lesser drugs

Underfed love, bass weight of secrets run to a sub

A life made from hundreds of WAVs…

A permanent singing grave, of me pressing save

Feeding the fruit of my flesh to the lathe

While all y’all obey

Just keep your issues the fuck out of my way

Player not a fan. Cross a 30 year span

From Jersey to Japan. It’s the unloved man

Yo, sitting on heat in the executive suite

On the hard concrete. To the sure shot beat

Flying high on stress. I’m messy and possessed

Won’t settle for less than the OG press

I’m snapping every neck, got tapes in the deck

With the one-two check, rock the discotheque