Lit
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
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
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Writer(s): Stephen Ndama
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