[Intro Skit]
Pastor Clever: Can I talk to you for a minute Mrs. Parker?
Smokey: I told you. The weed be letting you know...
[Intro: RÄLÏ]
(I guess... I'll make up some sh**)
If you get high, I don't see how you couldn't like this
[Verse I: RÄLÏ]
Stop what you're doing, everybody get a look at this
My flow so sharp, make a n***a wanna slit his wrist
Heads bob when I, find a beat and then I k** the sh**
f** that b**h too? That's another on my bucket-list
I'm high
Rolling blunts
Smoking dubs
Going up
Blowed as f**
Who are you? No one tough
Making change
Taking dames
Breaking bank
Banging ba**
Puffing dank
n***as ain't who they say
Right?
[Chorus: RÄLÏ]
So I gotta get my money up?
So I gotta get my money up
So I gotta get my money up?
So I gotta get my money up
So I gotta get my money up?
So I gotta get my money up
So I gotta get my money up?
So I gotta get my money up
[Verse II: RÄLÏ]
April, May, June, July
Summertime, Anytime
Twenty-Four-Seven
Three-Sixty-Five
Oh my God
On my grind all the time
Getting high
Blowing smoke to the sky
Living life
[Verse III: RÄLÏ]
So hot that the sun wanna fight me
So hot that your girl wanna ride me
Stand back, or get checked like a Nike
So fly I don't know where the ground be
Two b**hes: bad betties
Two feelings: mad, ready
You n***as ain't ready
[Verse IV: RÄLÏ]
These n***as in the rap game
They all just actors
k**ing n***as in the rap game
Bringing back cadavers
She say I hit, it give her back pain
Say she wanna have my last name
Schooling n***as in the rap game?
I just got my Master's!
Codename: RÄLÏ
Yo girl, I be
Inside, all week
Stroking nicely
Smoking my weed
Sipping Iced Tea
Lï
[Outro]
So I gotta get my money up?
So I gotta get my money up
So I gotta get my money up?
So I gotta get my money up
Can it get like this?
Can it get like this?
Can it get like this?
I'm the sh** like this!