The Upload

Circle Small (Prod. Seye)

StopSleeping

Hard To Kill

Slime

Produced, Written & Performed by LEWIS IS DEAD

Visual: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbu5-BmPE-8

LYRICS

niggas clown me for reppin Jersey til they come here
fuck with me but don’t fuck with the fact I’m from here
I still wanna move
I don’t know if I’d raise a son here
Do I really want him to get the shit that I didn’t get from here
Done there
Welcome to the grand extravaganza of your favorite rapper getting knocked the fuck off before the cancer
I was
Sober during all of my darkest moments
And only drunk when it was darker for everyone else involved and
The hamster wheel in my body won’t let me pause there
Ancestry said I’m half black and half retarded
Never got baptized the church said I was already departed
Dead nigga
Gon get this bread nigga
I hear the beast in your beats
Horns out your head nigga
Uncover these weak fuckers from out this bed with ya
I fear a cardiac arrest less than a oh he’s black arrest
You know that fear in they heart when a dread head with ya
Picture
Dirty scriptures
Murky waters and blurry pictures
Demonic women
Grabbing on you and flirting with ya
Hollywood
Rich niggas in Hollywood
Hellifornia nights
Bitch nigga I would
Still the one
Cascaded over these half caped half draped
Half drake ass niggas they half baked
You a cop out
A industry plant
Nobody trust you
Type of nigga do whatever the fuck Russ do
Fake Jerseys
Take off your fake jerseys
You have no blood in this place
My nigga You ain’t worthy
I got enough food
To feed the slum village for feeding me
This game raised a child 
I’m just tryna raise the fee
Man I never let a woman tell me I wasn’t being me
When you slept with other niggas and still tried to lie to me man
If you was a rapper your bars be so confusing
Cuz you don’t know if you got chose or if you did the choosing

RIP to niggas tryna fuck up my whole shit
RIP to niggas I don’t even want your bitch
Old soul nigga I don’t listen to these kids
Oh so nigga
I don’t listen to these whining ass niggas tryna tell me they the hottest shit to be
I was in the street fighting over 1 v’s
Verse 5 niggas
Don’t need you to co sign me
A lot of niggas never seen the shit that I’ve seen nigga

Pardon me
I’m still open in lose departments
I fear if I lose compartments
My part could just fall apart
When this blizzard hits it hits harder
Don’t help with a broken heart
Doesn’t help I’m not even heartless
A well of emotions starving
My cell is a 6 by 5 and they’re renovating tomorrow
My Sky is filled with the darkness I harbor inside these songs
I toss and turn on the padding
The matting just piss me off
They’re still batting my fucking balls
Never daddy
Forever lone
Man
Niggas want the price
I just want the life
All the Grey ceilings gonna end this shit tonight
Fuck this fucking city even though I fuck her right
Spill the loose raps even know her shit be tight
Down with the shit til I fall off
If I get to call off I’m bout to set it all off
Listen to my message when it pop up in your call log
By the time you hear that shit a nigga would’ve gone on
What the fuck had gone on
It’s funny how they be calling me trendy on the low like I ever bent like a fenty puma for sole
I been in groupies and hoes
Big story
Still ain’t got me rolls
Just talk shit for me
I feel better when she show me how fat her ass is
Killingboro nigga
That pussy met it an assassin
I never blast in when she grabbing
I disperse on magic like Aladdin

RIP to niggas tryna fuck up my whole shit
RIP to niggas I don’t even want your bitch
Old soul nigga I don’t listen to these kids
Oh so nigga
I don’t listen to these whining ass niggas tryna tell me they the hottest shit to be
I was in the street fighting over 1 v’s
Verse 5 niggas
Don’t need you to co sign me
A lot of niggas never seen the shit that I’ve seen nigga

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