It's Lit Lyrics - Iamsu!

Man, fuck that shit 

I'm in New York on my tourist shit 

They want to meet me top floor and shit 

'Bout to be on TV like that Dora chick 

Sometimes I reminisce about how the morn' got missed 

Then I pop a cork and pour 'til I piss 

With four or more chicks 

That's bored of your dick 

Now that's a great mix 

8 chicks, and greatness 

It's kinda funny how time is money 

And ain't been late since 

If you owe me call me surge 

Make your payments 

My fragrance 

Makes sense when you see my eyes 

And you don't need a club to see my drive 

You gotta be a hustler 

Or else they won't fuck with ya 

The world is your customer 

Serve em' what you're best at 

I'm from the Bay like Dre where the crest at? 

I gotta fly to see my pops 

Did you catch that? 

My mom's is the best dad, focus on you 

So hopefully when you see me you won't get mad 

Jetlag, I don't got it 

I'm getting lit with the pilot in the cockpit 

You know I'm fucking playin' 

About that fucking plane 

I ain't trynna die because the pilot's high 

I stay on some cool shit, don't play with that bullshit 

I stay on some cool shit, don't play with that bullshit 

Don't always break them, but I always got the rules bent 

Tell me how to do it, when I'm a lover not a fighter 

And I started real young, had a rubber in my diaper 

My wife really got other girls trying to wife her 

I feel like a Mormon 

And when I get rich I'm going to have midget doormen 

Don't make me feel important 

It's a hard knock life, ask Jay-Z 

Or Annie the orphan, don't make me bring out the Italian 

Start extorting, park your Porsche and take your keys 

Because if these kids were like we were 

Then your fucking kush is going to be gone for sure 

I caught them slipping at the gas station 

All they saw, was the car's big ass shake 

And after that we were half baked, like Dave Chapelle 

We were raised in hell 

How'd I turn so bad? I was raised so well 

No paper trail 

I didn't write this down, I'm an Adidas man 

No Nike town, my eyes are brown 

I'm really 5'7 but I say I'm 5'8 

Now you can vibrate and go fuck yourself 

And all these other boxers better tighten their belts 

It's Roachy Balboa bitch, Roachy Balboa 

I'm not a villain, but I gotta kill them 

These other rappers are really not appealing 

Somebody gotta tell them 

I'mma lay back, in a Giants or A's hat 

Always rep where I'm paged at 

A Bay beast, ain't nothing going to change that 

Or rearrange that 

My brain where the flame at 

And you can't buy the same cap, you gonna get chain snatched 

Where my pain pills? 

I really couldn't tell you how being the same feels 

Or wood grain feels 

But I will when I get my deal, you can trust that 

Fuck with it, or get the fuck back 

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