[Verse 1: Rebellion] I'm sick of all these push backs Feelin' like I'm outta place without a f**in' kush pack Need to relieve the stress, Mary keep me at my ease So much pressure on my chest I'm stuck within a deadly siege What has taken hold of me? Maybe it's a holy being seeing me synchronize my vocals with the symphony Similes that symbolize secrecy they televise Recognized by the people you describe as just that guy Originality a factor, your fake facade is f**in' odd You frontin' f**in' back up! I ain't tight with no treason I revolt the end result we fightin' for a reason I had to conclude my decisions If I'm takin' shots, I'm always aimin' with precision Imma do me even if I'm different, just enjoy the life we livin' [Hook x2 : Rebellion] Music in my bloodstream like it a relative Personas all natural, stayin' true to our elements Sleepin' on our hustle, prescribed them relaxin' sedatives Doubtin' capabilities, realistically we been a threat [Verse 2: A-Grade] Going on seventeen walking towards my dream Unemployed and broke I was hustling for the cream All I had was my fam and my team Going through the same struggles, man it was as tough as it seems Money was the motive and we were all some fiends Legs are tired in these street torn jeans And these busted up shoes I was confused with life, but I knew what I had to do No clues or hints the game is scary, but I was taught to never flinch Shout out to the hustlers in Richmond The hookers getting pimped It's a hard knock life like we walking on a limp So we get high as a blimp Battled hardened minds we were not any wimps Hungry for success starving for the lust Always kept my mouth shut never fussed Now you know my story so let me introduce myself My name is Addi, but I go by A-Grade I'm a hungry animal better feed me a plate Before it's too late Lyrically I am too great Me rising to the top is destiny and fate meeting at heaven's gates Charging through the scene like Antonio Gates VA's my state Richmond is my city it's a pity how I grew up gritty My pops is busting his a** even after the age of fifty Growing up sh**ty created a street mind too nifty It was just me and my family, our squad Had the mentality of a boss But I was as broke as can be and that was an everyday loss During school I would crucify other rappers and then put them on a cross Hustling the green that was my first official job I had to meet days end, my task barely accomplished Everyday rap battling at school MC's would get demolished Shining like shoe polish I'm taking the fame leaving the crowd astonished Shout out to K-Lone holding it down in college Homeboy got the knowledge and chronic Blowing up in this rap game like I'm Islamic My bars are atomic Reaching for the stars I'm not stopping till I'm reachin' the comets My logic is exotic and toxic Locking the rap game up you better call a locksmith How ironic life is moving faster than sonic Veteran to the game no where close to a novice [Hook x2: Rebellion]