Lit Lyrics

Ooh

Hey Hey Hey

Ah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ah yeah

Sit back and

Yeah, that feels good

Aw yeah

Hey

Imma keep it

Okay Imma keep it lit

I don’t wanna play no games with you niggas

Or even share the fame with you niggas

I don’t wanna be a lame

So my walk is not the same, yeah

And everybody wanna show acclaim and know my name

Imma keep it lit

All these rappers here today, gone tomorrow

But I’m not one to follow, yeah

I don’t wanna be a lame

So my walk is not the same, yeah

And everybody wanna show acclaim and know my name

Yo thank you God

I used to want this all my life

Paid the price so bitch I might

Rent a car or book a flight

To somewhere far up in the sky

Oh yeah. Im that guy

Want the world know my songs and play them when I die

And I can dig the simple life, but I also want more

You know a nigga wants a wife, but a nigga wants to tour

A nigga wants some privacy, but also needs to let ‘em know

A nigga been viral like I’m on the Ellen show

But I had to came back to reality

And now I know the life I’m dreamin’ bout has some fatalities, yeah

You gotta deal with the formalities to do what you love

I guess that’s why these niggas do drugs

Imma keep it lit

I don’t wanna play no games with you niggas

Or even share the fame with you niggas

I don’t wanna be a lame

So my walk is not the same, yeah

And everybody wanna show acclaim and know my name

Imma keep it lit

All these rappers here today, gone tomorrow

But I’m not one to follow, yeah

I don’t wanna be a lame

So my walk is not the same, yeah

And everybody wanna show acclaim and know my name

You know that whip won’t do much for you, my nigga

That crib won’t do much for you, my nigga

These dreams may come true for you, my nigga

So you can conduce that these things won’t do

Alright alright alright, yo I’m seeing what it is

I might I might might have to be about the biz

Yo but it’s lit, right

Yo I could own a big crib up on the hillside

And pay the bills right

Aye yo If you’re with me, you kinda like the music today

But if you’re with me, you kinda see it losing its way

If you’re with me, you know there’s no passion in it

Keep is whiskey, a nigga old fashioned with it

Ahh… colored TV, stereo, our own cook

Man, Willis, I think we died and went to heaven

Well come off those clouds, little brother

Why do we have to go back to Harlem? Why can’t we stay here

Cuz we miss Harlem

Yeah and I want to miss Harlem the rest of my natural life