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[Verse 1] Friends said this shit kinda lit tho for the intro But I've been dope Since I was in 3rd grade and I used to pick nose Parent's mad asking why I gotta act like a kid for Cause even back then I knew i was meant for it And I knew I was better than they shit flows Fucking piss poor These niggas do the same thing Then the same thing Lames recreating Then they claim flame Then they gain fame It's a dang shame I came to claim king Niggas think that I'm playing But I am not joking, I ain't no Wayans I gotta whole lotta dope lines that I am just laying I could be recording em Or I'm snorting em I did this shit out of boredom bruh Just lit the blunt, yea I torched bruh And I'm going up And I'm still having more than fun And I still got more to come I spit this clean like orbits gum Imma do this shit till I'm checked by the coroner And I'm finna eat This beat ain't shit but a meal to me Matter fact it's been a feast This shit real cold like ten degree You a enemy if you ain't kin to me Or a friend of me, or if you ain't feeling me I been a beast I've been chilling b Writing soliloquies I spit over any beat I ain't finicky I had to kill this beat By the next track You'll see it's a killing spree Call me Lew the assassinator I'm passing haters But still won't pass to haters Christmas just ended, but I just copped some wrapping paper I only roll dutches If you think it's a game Then you don't know nothing You niggas are clueless I just copped a huffy So I just been cruising (Bike Gang Bitch!) It's Lewis the nuisance For you niggas like who's this Ain't no confusion Word to Biff I'm coming ruthless There isn't a question This is my best shit I'm coming reckless I'm coming sick infected I'm fucking the beat up I need to keep this erection I'm nice af Don't need a profession I do it with ease no effort I never sleep I'm asking where the folgers at Before I record a track Gotta go get gas So I just left the coldesac Had to roll the pack Then smoke on that And you know it's thrax So you know we smacked I'm high and I'm zooted Niggas like "oh my god, look in the sky it's Lewis" I stay in the sky so there is no limit I'm running this shit I did it for fitness I'm making these records I should be in Guiness Lew never lose Please tell me when I won't winning I've been catching dubs since the beginning I've been spitting these writtens for listens So you get that I'm gifted Hope you fuck with the vision Put on for my city Let's get it, I'm with it I'm dreaming, it's vivid It's lucid, I'm truly abusing this music I'm beating this beat up Chill with my feet up I'm eating this beat bruh I'm so elite bruh I rap with a mean mug They rap with a lean cup I'm gone off sativas So I stay high af I'm outta their reach bruh These niggas can't keep up They stay popping xans These niggas is sleep bruh One day their hype will die down When that day comes I don't wanna hear a lil peep bruh Niggas like chill Lew, that shit was cheap bruh These niggas like geez bruh, Jesus Please bruh, ease up Oh man, oh man He is a heathen He needs an omen omen We can't control em I whip out my dick then tell em to hold it I gotta stay focused I wrote this shit when I was lonely Nobody console me So I told myself, go choose ya fate Don't rue the day You blew away your chance to do the fame Now who's to blame? I don't what the fuck these dude's be saying But they still got clout, that's Pootie Tang That's too insane Give Lew the game I'm like a loaded gun at a shooting range I don't know who to bang I got clueless aim I'm a lone wolf My whole crew disdained I grind hard, I'm fucking Superman Call me Lewis Lane Prolly do the caine Then I fly away My brains fried from the high I chase I'm in the clouds, I'm miles away I'm in the stratosphere Fuck outta here I'm Putin in working, like Vladimir Anytime I leave the house I'm rushing back Gotta find a blunt then I puff on that Step up to the mic, then I stunt on that This is Winner's Break Tell me a better way to begin a tape You can't find a way to begin to hate I'm on the road to riches on the interstate I've been going in for like four minutes straight Didn't now if I could, but it's flowing great Let's talk about life, it's going great As long as I got a bowl to face Thinking bout the goddamn older days like [Outro] Switch it up, I'm into different stuff (Aye) Tell your lil hoe to sip me up, (Aye) sip me up. (Aye) Nigga, this shit is ridiculous Shit is so dope, I can't even piss in cups Niggas your whole list is done Your top 5 nigga never live..