[Intro: Rick Ross]
I represent being highly prestigious
Hold your head up and stick your chest out, nigga
Take the kids in
Do me a favor and ask your brothers to step back in
This is just for us. Step around the campfire
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Seated on the throne is what I'm built for
Like that early morning lunch up at the biltmore
Got your baby mama number, then I pilled off
Next morning on that marble, she was tiptoeing
They always keep my nigga name in some fuck shit
My reputation is one best not to fuck with
Five shots to the head on the front street
Living legend mothеrfucker, I'm a pun B!
Smoke one with PMC on my nеxt round
Glass of Actavis for all the ones I let down
Thinkin' back to class, I never did well
If I got to put it out, I knew my shit sell
Dope game pitfalls, nigga this Rick Ross
I was small, still a Bob Marley at kickball
New palace got tunnels like El Chapo
My new bank keep askin' me, what you rap for?
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Don't act like you don't see it
You see my class, my price, my life, my life
Hey, highly prestigious!
You're looking for the boss, it's me, it's me, it's me
My style, awesome, special, hey, highly prestigious!
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Still smelling crack smoke from the back porch
Young boys will get you anything you ask for
Still the same young nigga with the shit stains
Running back before they came in to some big things!
Used to be dreams of playing baseball
Dope boys paying lawyers to study case laws
Small pills and in return you get a paste up
Tax evasion in itself, nigga wake up!
Ambition is the role that the trap play
Why so many niggas strapped, when we backstage?
Enjoy these times cause we livin' in the last days
Kill a nigga and they lurk you for a decade
I think the accolades want my dick hard
Pastor says prayers helped me make it this far
Talked up a codeine the night I relapsed
We all respect a nigga eatin' out of three traps
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Don't act like you don't see it
You see my class, my price, my life, my life
Hey, highly prestigious!
You're looking for the boss, it's me, it's me, it's me
My style, awesome, special, hey, highly prestigious!
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
A lot of friends and all the ladies call me François
Push up on me, fuck around and get a bad scar
(?) and let my men feast
You know the spot, fat boy, I need a 10 piece
Imma stick to the script 'til the credits roll
Heavy car go flying out of Mexico
I'm only here baby just to change your life
Highly Prestigious, and don't ever make me say it twice!
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Don't act like you don't see it
You see my class, my price, my life, my life
Hey, highly prestigious!
You're looking for the boss, it's me, it's me, it's me
My style, awesome, special, hey, highly prestigious!
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