[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 shit)

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 nigga wanna slit his wrist

Heads bob when I, find a beat and then I kill the shit

Fuck that bitch too? That's another on my bucket-list

I'm high

Rolling blunts

Smoking dubs

Going up

Blowed as fuck

Who are you? No one tough

Making change

Taking dames

Breaking bank

Banging bass

Puffing dank

Niggas 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 bitches: bad betties

Two feelings: mad, ready

You niggas ain't ready

[Verse IV: RÄLÏ]

These niggas in the rap game

They all just actors

Killing niggas in the rap game

Bringing back cadavers

She say I hit, it give her back pain

Say she wanna have my last name

Schooling niggas 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 shit like this!