Malia Og

If I wasn't rappin', I'd still be rich as fuck

I'd still be smokin' out my brains

I'd still be lit as fuck

No rape, but you lookin' at a star though

LA, I ball like Lonzo

Make a call, tell 'em drop it off pronto

Roll a whole zip in the fronto

QP every week what I run through

Smokin' dope, not the kind like your uncle

Shit'll put you on your ass like a one-two

Blue cheese what I spin, what I thumb through

I be on the moon on the regular

Smoke hit like a shroom, no regular

I'm so high, no service on my cellular

I ain't gotta pick 'em up, they mailin' 'em

Man, I got so much, you would think I'm sellin' it

I keep tellin' 'em I'm just inhalin' it

Smoke with me, get higher than you ever been

Stone angel like it's heaven-sent

Get higher, baby

This that fire, baby

Smoke like I'm in Haiti

In the back of my Mercedes

Get higher, baby

Get higher, baby

Get higher, baby

Get higher, baby

Get higher, baby

This that fire, baby

Smoke like I'm in Haiti

In the back of my Mercedes

Get higher, baby

Get higher, baby

Get higher, baby

This that fire, baby

After five

Uh, ask somebody

Ask them

Ask somebody

This how it is

I'm the type of motherfucker that gotta have my own

I got to hustle for my own

And any man out there got to feel me

It ain't about milkin' off the next man

That's a motherfuckin' ho

I'm a motherfuckin' pimp

I'm finna come up on my own

I'ma get my own sack

I don't wanna be nobody's worker all my life

I want my own motherfuckin' kilo

You understand me?

So that's what I did

And Chaka a hustler and I'm a hustler

So everybody understand it

Ain't no one man gon' stay in one spot forever

That's a sucker

I'm a hustler, I'ma come up