Jamie Oliver Chillinit (Ft. Mwayz)

[Intro: Chillinit]
This that, smoke some pokemon, purple weed type shit
Blue light in the studio
Don't even know what's going on in here
Probably gonna make a banger and stack half a rack off it
Shut the fuck up

[Chorus: Chillinit]
I'm going Jamie Oliver to cook
I was just living off minimum wage
Now I got money, I make all my books
What yall' be making, i'm giving away
Speaking of chapters, i'm writing my book
Rest of you rappers, are out of your page
I got some money that got you all shook
Track of the year or the track of the day
And this shit' ain't a phase

[Verse 1: Chillinit]
Homie I give you a look and my hitter come chip up your pay
And he fuck up your hood
Fuck up whoever, whatever
McGregor this isn't your cage
And this isn't your race
Homie this isn't your lane
Homie there's heart on your road
I got a J, and my bro got a bimmer and [?]
Let's see how we're going, which way we could blow
There's no G's at your pop's house
Bar hard man, when the dog's out
Copper's a friend, your all cop's now
Fuck that, dog on the end, you get blocked out
I'm giving decisions, your getting knocked out
All your politicans has sentenced us in a lockdown
I don't give a fuck, I'll still make a buck over crypto
Go and get a bimmer with the drop down
Your boi get Philly with a dunk now
I get one, I test where the fun crowd
Call Nate like
What he make like?
Mate, caught a milli' on a bussdown
Make a bitch get silly, when I fuck now
Bobby [?], touche, with a touch down
Put the water on the wrist, not a cut now
Blowing Bruno with the funk - [?]