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lewis is dead – ’96 maxima shit lyrics

[intro: lewis is dead]
prince…
wolf lord…
96 sh-t…
ya’ll n-ggas wanna talk about money?
let’s talk about…what we talking bout?
let’s talk about honor, loyalty, jersey!

[verse 1: lewis is dead]
no lovey dovey for these temporary b-tches that wanna peek at the lifestyle of some rap n-ggas
them the temptresses and succubi that can get it all if they want it
they just wanna see a n-gga fall for p-ssy before they fronted, i’m sick to my stomach
n0body showed me how to maneuver in a room full of hammers without taking on a contusion
i’m lost in confusion, high off losses and true sh-t
on my too much to lose sh-t, dmx in a suit sh-t
i’m the n-gga that every outcast and exile always roots for to win
responsibility got me looking through my roots for the gift
my tutorials from my pops, ain’t no youtube for this
everything that happens right now is prelude to the ‘ship
so on that accord i stay civic till my oddessy is lived
i always had more love for myself then i had for these kids
try no to take that sh-t to heart, it just is what it is
i’m the only thing i’m gonna remember when all of this ends
corleone, feelings going through my phone
i got throwaway b-tches finer than yo bm n-gga you watch yo tone
n-ggas wanna know if a god can bleed; abso-f-cking-lutely
look at all this love that i’m losing on the account of me
honestly honesty is overrated, real n-ggas are the fakest
they just want you to believe in them so they can make it
my art is imagination, it’s all just mental creation
not what i did last week or what happened on my vacation
i’m sleep on you gimmick n-ggas with colors and catchy sayings
these hoes got nursery rhymes and commercials packed into playlists
i’m back to k!lling these a-lists, not tryna get put on a list, say more the sh-t i pay with, care less with what you ok with
call me the grim, reaper, slim keeper in gym sneakers, sin preacher
share no apologies if this grip meet ya
i can’t teach ya how to float in bl–dy waters, tried to hide our f-cking from god but i know he saw us, probably got a kick
my advance prance and gallivant on the latest, i smoke every n-gga my vocation ever cremated
since ’93, these n-ggas been attached to me like siamese, cerebus on my leash, murder so they can feast
shiny white diamonds on my pupils like a bond villain
sh-t is changing daily and i’ma hustle until my mom’s chillin
lady i’m on some ghost sh-t, you a p-ssy is my only diagnosis
you thought you could hide forever and think that i’d never notice, f-ck outta here!

- lewis is dead lyrics

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