’96 Maxima Shit

[Intro: LEWIS IS DEAD]
Prince...
Wolf Lord...
96 Shit...
Ya'll niggas 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 bitches that wanna peek at the lifestyle of some rap niggas
Them the temptresses and succubi that can get it all if they want it
They just wanna see a nigga fall for pussy before they fronted, I'm sick to my stomach
Nobody 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 shit
On my too much to lose shit, DMX in a suit shit
I'm the nigga 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 shit 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 bitches finer than yo BM nigga you watch yo tone
Niggas wanna know if a God can bleed; Abso-fucking-lutely
Look at all this love that I'm losing on the account of me
Honestly honesty is overrated, real niggas 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 niggas with colors and catchy sayings
These hoes got nursery rhymes and commercials packed into playlists
I'm back to killing these A-lists, not tryna get put on a list, say more the shit 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 bloody waters, tried to hide our fucking from God but I know he saw us, probably got a kick
My advance prance and gallivant on the latest, I smoke every nigga my vocation ever cremated
Since '93, these niggas 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
Shit is changing daily and i'ma hustle until my mom's chillin
Lady I'm on some ghost shit, you a pussy is my only diagnosis
You thought you could hide forever and think that I'd never notice, fuck outta here!