High Class (feat. SunQueen Kelcey)

Got that fire all in my bag High class living Everywhere I go I keep it rolled with me I be moving slow but my mind zipping This is from the soul like your mom’s kitchen Now I done felt the pain because that thang illegal Had to get a lawyer, had to pay some people Had tell my moms I got caught by the cops And she helped me out when I needed a lot Now her boy grown still smoking on pot Lived in Amsterdam, got a masters in high Out in spiegelstraat I was puffing that la Plotting on a plan and I rose to the top Now I get the munchies and I eat charcuterie High class shit, it ain’t nothing new to me You see these other niggas, they tomfoolery Imma keep smoking till the day God through with me I be on that high class Got that fire all in my bag All I smoke is high class (High class high class) Flying on the right path (Never let a day pass me by) High class (High class high class) High class (Gave me another reason to smile) High class High class (High class) High class (High class) High class Disproportion impact when you smoking being black What I’m saying now ain’t news I hope that you can feel that, one day you will see that How we treated now ain’t cool They go low but I go so high high high high high Blow that smoke close my eyes and say bye bye bye bye bye All I smoke is high class (All I smoke is high class) Flying on the right path (Flying on the right path) Ah yeah Ah, ah (singing) Got that fire all in my bag Ah yeah Ah, ah (singing) (Singing)