LYRICS (also on rap genius) [Intro: Goldie... from The Mack] Now we can settle this like you got some class or we can get into some gangsta shit [chorus] No more silly shit up on my mind now Took a couple weeks just to wind down Now they blowin’ up my cell Like what the hell Yeah - so you’re alive? Hell yeah baby I’m alive took a little time just to clear my mind Hell yeah nigga I'm alive Grass ain’t always greener on the other side [verse 1] Patch the hole in it, Or air out like all madden Aaron Hernandez with the cannon Verbal hyperbole I’m just ventin’ You yet to feel the heat wave - dominos degrees come cloaked like assassin creed give you what you need or take you from the scene Burn this shit like Nero Deep down inside love on a hard drive she mirror me like raid 1 virtualized it - max out my ram chips hopeless romantic on the titanic heart cold as a iceberg as I hold on stranded Jimmy cracks corn, Nel don’t give a fuck bout these crops planted ‘less it's a seed of my own labor Tell me what's greater, knowing I was bred to breathe flavors, turn pages, fuck that open a new book on the ages, these aint Stan Smiths baby they Rod Lavers The boots is Clarks and Dr. Martens Mount Vernon honest, some pretentious, some pompous lackin’ moral compass then ask nel don’t make it awkward those that insist will never conquer my verbal gauntlet or harlot never touch the heart of a artist former comments lie dormant more brewing all that hatred for me got you lying under ruins Nel been classical my music coming in movements (word) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Churning butter when it come it beats To hear me spit yeah its worth the seats suave design a massage for the mind The same one who supplied with the beats got the rhyme my writing leave ghost so please don’t provoke the beast boy titan no teen toy what with I deploy end of story mics is checked and your neck where the cord be courtesy of a real emcee, play chess I drive thru on them checker wantin' ass niggas, it figures they asked for Big Buford, gave em’ clips while the music booming, verbal murder first degree, its the original hip hop tech analytical, nelwayne the developer fresh material’s copious, make Yoda say dope he is indie with mine anachronic outta my time no need to get signed, rugged and raw everytime you see me better than before the new and improved (Nel) [chorus] Yeah Yah uh huh No more silly shit up on my mind now Took a couple weeks just to wind down Now they blowin' up my cell

[Intro] Turn my headphones up Turn em’ louder [Verse 1] Couldn’t be more grateful everyday I tell the lord thank you To have a woman like you in my life Navigate me from the wrong to right Give me vision when I’ve lost plain sight Ode to Mom you deserve an endless applause Been grinding so long made it look easy though times was hard You give me hope [Chorus] And it’s as true as they named you Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus Mad credit to Mom Dukes For holding it down staying true it’s in the bloodline and you laced the sound Wouldn’t be here if wasn’t for the man upstairs and you Pops too you know it’s true And you know it’s true Angel on earth and I gotta thank Jesus Mad credit to Mom Dukes [Verse 2] Taught me keep my faith in God Walk the streets with my head tall Keep my future in check Word to having my back Could never thank you enough for that You deserve the best For that, I’m on a fast track With success guided through the efforts of you saying to adapt yeah I’m on the map [Chorus] And it’s as true as they named you Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus Mad credit to Mom Dukes For holding it down staying true it’s in the bloodline and you laced the sound Wouldn’t be here if wasn’t for the man upstairs and you Pops too you know it’s true [Verse 3] I know sometimes I’m stubborn Don’t mean to cause trouble You know mom I love you I owe you the world a house in the hills 4 door garage A storefront for your business its real Whether I sign a deal or do it on my own I give credit to where its due and you know I’mma hold the fam down you showed me the ropes [Chorus] And it’s as true as they named you Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus Mad credit to Mom Dukes For holding it down staying true it’s in the bloodline and you laced the sound Wouldn’t be here if wasn’t for the man upstairs and you Pops too you know it’s true Angel on earth and I gotta thank Jesus Mad credit to Mom Dukes And it’s as true as they named you Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus Mad credit to Mom Dukes For holding it down [Verse 4] To my mom Hope Juliette, I truly mixed the beat this deep how this be For the woman whose given more Then the world can see This feeling bigger than me Only the best for my mom and my family we gon’ ride I love you too Pops I know sometimes I'm a hard rock Adulting is hard but I won’t stop I’m with the program Goals on a checklist I’m not out living life reckless I’m trying to do the best I can to be endless Limitless potential I’m gon’ make it I’m trying to do the best I’m concentrating on being grateful for all things sacred You give me hope [Ending chorus] And as true as they named you Angel on earth, and I gotta thank Jesus Mad credit to Mom Dukes For holding it down staying true it’s in the bloodline and you laced the sound Yeah you laced the sound Taught me what I had to know You give me hope And you give me hope [Outro] You taught me to stay hopeful, not hopeless Say use my potential You give me hope This goes out to you Hope Juliette My mom, I love you

[Intro] Trust self over everything else Trust self, trust self Over everything else You know what I mean You gotta get it on your own Can't nobody get it for you I'm in the Red uh [Chorus] I'm in the Red y'all They in the rear uh (it's hot) I'm in the Red y'all (I'm hot) They in the rear (it's hot) I'm so far gone (I'm hot) They in the rear (it's hot) I'm in the Red y'all (I'm hot) I'm in the Red y'all (it's hot) [Verse 1] Someone lit my John Wick fuse Now fucking around I made some tunes News flash to all of you I been staying true You know the motto Now I’m excommunicado No worries goodbye birdies I’m hoping certainly for hurting So fucking feelings and healings As Nel making a killing I ain’t repenting With ink I'm penning until it's printed On pages - read the scripts while you listen Hear what I’m dealin’ The realest, I gotta prove it Could hear the pain in my music Alone from the blueprint Old records thru resurrection like Brewers Art, painting pictures with thoughts This a mural for walls Won battles but the war was lost Most are scarred barely made it alive So it's Hennessy for the wounds And all my niggas in tombs Play the wrong game and lose Ain’t nothing commas can’t do In fact, you reap what you sow Then karma will give you what’s due Told you I’m a stay on the move Made - my departure like a bed in the dark With a lighter to spark, hit the door lit the corridor up While making my way down it feel like dawn to dusk Only trust self got keep on my side and lone wolf it Lyrically keep cooking food for thoughts I’m pushing Gourmet plates, gold entrees, Chef Ramsey Some French shit from je m’appelle Nelwayne He ain’t Bruce he more like Bane (hmm) I’m just saying, this grown man shit Let my nuts hang, adult’s acting kids And I’m not playing I got real plans [Chorus] [Verse 2] Ain't got time for drama I wander - for things finer Money, peace of mind Sunshine and vagina Most rappers get signed For similar rhymes My mind is mine and my lines is my lines You ain’t the shit it’s too much crap in the John Your tapes ain’t the bomb, nothing but a dud Not armed, can’t blow Ho you like a wind and a candle No limit to what I can do, handle wax I’m ample this the champ laying cats flat Getting cash back, blow an eighth in a jet Celebrate away from fakes in the iso I lay It’s my resurrection, your doomsday Oh for who am I to keep you awai-t-ing For your special occasion with satan Got that zen like patience as your death crept You a agent caught in the matrix Full of mad tricks on some fake shit I’m advanced, you basic Sit back crack a Millers I play like Reggie for the Pacers Ace in the hole statements Heavyweight champion flow These niggas is weightless I paced it till i made placement You should work pro bono Your style no-no whoa Thought that you could hang with Nel Hell no, I ride beats filling a moat Peasants attack thrones with stones My Cannonball Adderley handle emcees With mad degrees, masterpiece Now go heat up the grease I’m bout to feast stick the sword in a beast Nothing least - Nothing far fetch Storytellers got swept under the rug Many niggas got left You know my mic check Taking niggas last breath When I hit this mic and I step I cause wreck [Chorus] [Outro]

[Intro] It's like a cycle with this shit I swear man I create a new cycle, one that won't be broken Word up, you know it's the developer Developer method [Verse 1] Pops was right.. On what I don’t do often Admiring my flaws Build up a wall Protect my heart in this war didn’t wanna fight Just wanted to chill on the shore with you boo, beauty radiating like Chernobyl Thoughts like whole foods fresh Who can contest with mine The ill design for life Sweeter than Mike and Ikes Man cause tonights the night Going out, what the fight about? Hold your breathe, you mumbling as you slept Over texts you wept, sorry Nel aint here to deal with your emotional debt mine is almost swept you came collect, I left with my self-respect and now I can reflect, enlightening and brighten the whole spectrum, and next em’ [Chorus] [Verse 2] Pen penmanship pimp my inking slick In this race, those on my heels made a mistake Nel leaving canvas lit Neon nightlife, live through my words for these thoughts I emit its bright Rhymes I write to give you insight Pure white henny shots sliced apricot Played the game far from a mascot Twat, dispatch this like I work in the NOC networks drops, who fix that Nel back from the field, the technician of ill Jamie Lee Curtis blue steel with the writtens that peel Word, I got you open i’m 7-11 with scoping target in lock, my weapon pop keep it Liam Neeson that’s non-stop and my circle of success live No lie, Nel so solar, suns get jealous act rebellious trying take my relic Don’t even know the envy they had a nigga smelled it Dumpster juice lames can’t amount to shit Blowing cannabis and be on stage thinking they killing it put a fork in it, this contest should’ve forfeited kid check it circles, circles, circles All I’m seeing in your crew is a bunch of urkles [Chorus] [Verse 3] For me it remains unsung nigga The hero, Nelwayne bout to dig in em’ Yeah dig em’ a grave, oh behave Got the power like Austin Stone cold stunning these niggas You know who flossing Nel with the wordplay keep em’ thirsty from Monday to Saturday I’m mundane we can’t do it the flow fluid, got me in the tap like Brita huh, you didn’t know I be that nigga With writtens and off the free Niggas don’t get it for free You know with me, it’s unlikely Them niggas they compare to me Ain’t got joints like Spike Lee Yo I know this shit’s hereditary It’s in the bloodline and that should be scary Pass it to my seed You can’t get the will from he Nelwayne check the steeds Niggas trying play they can’t breathe Got em’ in a chokehold see You niggas know I’m a brawler I’m from Baltimore city You know in Charm City just call him Like Batman in Gotham You nigga see the lights in the sky at the harbor [Chorus] And the circle remains unbroken Circles (x2) And the circle remains unbroken Circles (x2)