Highly Prestigious

[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!