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 f*ck up
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
Homie I give you a look and my hitter come chip up your pay
And he f*ck up your hood
f*ck 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
f*ck 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 f*ck, 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 f*ck now
Bobby [?], touche, with a touch down
Put the water on the wrist, not a cut now
Blowing Bruno with the funk - [?]
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
Trust me, this ain't a phase
I'm not here, looking for praise
It was just loose change in my pocket
Now it's six digits on stage
And I took that chance roll dices
Now i'm rolling up herb spices
Big smoke, all shapes and sizes
Got me seeing, fake love disguises
And they hated on me
So suddenly
Asap with that, bad company
Tell 'em, I don't, need it
I got loyalty, and I breathe it
Just, smoking on some M.J, then I beat it
Cause the trap phone can't stop ringing
And the [?], can't stop singing
It's empty bags with them re-up, leaver
Uso gets hot, like fever
It's Chillinit, it's Mwayz
Mix bag, [?] sativa
If it's foreign cars, then it's money ties
And don't [?] my bars, I want neither
Tryna live life like [?]
I need a Mona Lisa, no diva
I ain't no pleaser
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
