[Intro – Hickman L.A.]
Yea
Unh, yea
Call Me Ace said he needed something from me
I got you
Unh, yea, unh
[Verse – Hickman L.A.]
There ain’t no sin worse than another
So before you open your mouth, make sure your Karma is covered
And foreal I highly doubt you perfect, neither I am
So I hope the father forgive me for rappers I’ve fried
Died at my hands, since 15 I been killin’ rappers
Grew up in L.A., my California Chapter
Raised by a single mom, in many ways she saved my lifе
I woulda died that night if she ain’t pull up with the knifе
I dodged a bullet fasho
Most of my people catchin’ strays, bunch of stories untold
But we a couple of roses that rose from the concrete
Blessed with the chance to see our pedals unfold
My friends and I was from the hood but wasn’t hoodlums
I mean we strategized ditchin’ school cause you couldn’t school us
We was ahead of time, too smart for our age
Gettin’ kicked out my house, you couldn’t tell by my grades
Got myself into college, Skegee University
HBCU is where I found the Universe in me
It was a culture shock, so many types of Blacks
Started tourin’ local colleges, ok we on the map
I mean the penmanship was always equivalent
To Egyptian-scribed hieroglyphics, that’s my lineage
So every staged I graced, I damaged, I’ve crumbled many men
Took my talents down 85, Atlanta let me in
Now I rub elbows with the greatest of emcees and tastemakers
One of the most decorated emcees I know personally need verse from me
Don’t worry be I got a whole hurst for it G
Student of the game, studied advanced placement
I guess that’s why they Call Him Ace, he first placing
So if Ace Call Me for a play, I’ma Ace It
High Grade Society times Hickman L.A
Yea
[Bridge]
Yea I appreciate you slidin’ through Hickman
Lettin’ loose goin’ super saiyan
Hittin’ ya max reachin’ full capacity
I guess it’s my go
Unh
High Grade, yea
[Verse - Call Me Ace]
Now once I stopped lookin’ outside to give me strength
Inside I became own battery
Super charged anatomy
You would think I’m movin’ for the calories
Every day they try to pick my mind for the strategy
How on earth do I have capacity?
Full-time job and a rapper - to me though that’s double salary
Ain’t about the money though actually it’s the passion inside
I know my why and it’s growin’ internationally
I do this naturally, a born hustler
Son of two immigrants, all I knew was agony
Started from the bottom but I don’t say that casually
I slept on the floors like all I knew was gravity
Now I’m in these corporate spaces navigating passively
Thinkin’ of where I came from’s like augmented reality
Nonetheless don’t none of this matter if you askin’ me
Cause if I’m not livin’ to bless I’m dyin’ tragically
It ain’t about the likes or the statuses
Or people round me gassin’ me, companies that’s staffin’ me
Analytics trackin’ me and measurin’ my growth
Oh no my inner vision is too big to be imagining
Airplane Mode how I’m pursuin’ it so rapidly
While viewin’ how my fanbase is treatin’ me like faculty
Seekin’ me for wisdom, fortunate predicament
High Grade baby come enroll in my curriculum
Nowadays snakes try to slither in like siblings
Tryna break bread but they investment got no dividends
I ain’t tryna burn ‘em when I talk but they be sizzlin’
The Son under my skin and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout my melanin
Glory to Most High, praise to the infinite
Hallelujah Jehovah Jireh and other synonyms
Pourin’ out these blessings that I’m backstroke swimmin’ in
The type to make a random stranger swear that we affiliates
