[Prelude: Hansolo x FlexXFillemon]
I'ma get high
n***as couldn't give a high five
n***as couldn't live the high life
Praises to the mighty Allah
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
[Verse 1: FlexXFillemon]
I roll this weed and light it up to get it started
I had some people over but I guess that they departed
My friends are saying that I smoke too much without no money
Like why the f** you roll so much and I don't even hardly
See you with a book or some sh**
Read a book or some sh**
You dumb dummy, you running after money
With no motive for yourself
Like are you trying to get rich or trying to reach wealth
Just think it could help
But to hell with all that man
I'm trying to be undeniably talented
All the manager scavenge for all that I have to offer
And even if I'm African
I'll have some n***as on you like its Shaka Zulu after them
I'm handling my life, be the man of the moment
I'm kind focused on this
Music and sh**, who needs to quit, Julius sh**
I'm 'bout to seize the game
Change the pace and make you realize
I'm just a helper cause saviors get crucified
Its kinda weird how, all these rappers say they about to save the game
And it stays the same
Dude it never changes
So for now I contribute to the moments that I've been hearing of
Royal Isle, we the ones they feeding off
[Hook: Hansolo x FlexXFillemon]
I'ma get high
n***as couldn't give a high five
n***as couldn't live the high life
Praises to the mighty Allah
She loves me, she loves me not
Hey
I'ma get high
n***as couldn't give a high five
n***as couldn't live the high life
Praises to the mighty Allah
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
[Verse 2: Hansolo]
Oh you got a degree? You drive a nice car?
Heard you get your own money like you're some kind of star
How'd you get rich? How'd you get all your sh**?
Heard you 'bout to buy a new crib
Started from the bottom now you moving to the hills
Sharing is caring my brother so share your sk**s
And if you got a problem send your a** to Dr Phil
Really I'm still headed up the staircase
If you got a problem n***a say it to my damn face
Space got her feeling like a n***a finna pace away
But life is really simple
Beautiful at times when she smiles
You gone zone for a while and stare
But back to reality
Keep your teeth exposed and let her go if she of vanity
Slave cause 'em whips and 'em chains can't amount to the pain
Of a heart that gives but hardly ever gains
Few shots now she talking huh
Rappers talking sloppy talking, we
Toasting to the future
We toasting to the future
[Hook]