FlexXFillemon - Historic lyrics

[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]