[Lyric] Get Higher (RALI)

[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!