I live a rich life, not a life of riches
Don't do no rat race, might as well be snitchin
Check the fade I no my limit I don't do extensions
Confident in what we got some think we too pretentious
We could feel the tension, some give us love
Some others hatin that we get attention
Dont get offended we be minding our own B-I
That's when you know it's twisted
'Cause we ain't talkin to dem, and they feel so afflicted
High Grade in the aisle seat, cookin up gettin lifted
Thankin the Most High
I'll do it even while my body mind and soul convicted
It's like I'm so addicted
Live in the light forever, that's my only interest
Ya boy from the slums who coulda ever predicted
He would travel the globe
Eatin linguini out in Rome, don't gotta speak no English
Hablando español, gracias a Dios ya boy proficient
Get a ticket catch me flying cross the whole Pacific
Do some touring suntin different nuttin too specific
Can't feel constricted keep it shiftin neva stay in place
We sayin grace over the plates and helpin cook the dishes
Yall don get it, listen
We really bout this business
Hustle hard pullin all-nighters so relentless
I was told to play my part and to also script it
So I'm using every word that's why I'm so descriptive
I'm depending on the word and the crucifixion
But that ain't nuttin mystic
Filled with the Holy Spirit, yea ya boy is gifted
We ain't talkin Christmas
If Santa Clause think he reppin what I rep he trippin
That's some other tradition
I'm a newer edition, I should prolly audition
I don't follow the crowd, ain't got nuttin I'm missin
I'm the type when I'm determined rhyme every sentence
Do High Grade got that fire? You know it's a given
You know it's a given yea you know it's given
Do High Grade got that fire? You know it's a given
You know it's a given yea you know it's given