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Stuck in this hell and she's the only angel that can save me from it
And every time I close my eyes I can see her coming
Brown hair, black jeans,

#This is the version from the original (norwegian)
#version of the album Red  (UMD 86505 Universal 1997)

I saw her first
She came around
The day my

Whether jewels and cars or broke by the bars
Y'all keep hatin, hatin, hatin
I love when you hate
When you hate you hate on me for
My grind,

Blowin' people's speakers shit don't ask me for no features bitch
Always late to class and high as hell, I had my teachers pissed
Miss me with that

circle
See I stayed up all night writing this
And that's why the bags under my eyes purple
I don't deserve it- I don't deserve this shit
I just go down by

rich, so I'm droppin' this album, I walk in the room and Lil Murda be crowded
By bitches and phonies and goofies and stolies, I know what I'm doin', get

with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg

the views
You don't believe me huh, well go ask some legends
Got about 10 of em on my upcoming album
I'm feeling just as talented I know I'm a problem
Right

was dinner?" said,"Mine was great"
Had the salmon and beer, she had the wine and steak
Last album kind of late
That was my mistake
Shit was kind

killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about

on the page
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
This not for the fame, this for the love
Not for the socials this for my son
Put on your shoes we making a run
I look in his eyes

Wake up wake up wake up
Get the crust out your eye
Get the eye boogers off your face
Y'all still sleep I'm up brushing my teeth
Y'all hitting snooze

move smart or you die
No growth, body can't comprise
False hope, no real eyes (realiz-)
c shun (-ation) is pointless
When it's talents you hide
cnd new

4 bangers a week
Then go flame on the beat maybe sang on the beat 
That's a triple threat ain't it my g
Any competition by my sight I
Drag 'em out

serpentine word cursing flows
From my lips and they hit every inch of your shit
Energy grid - Locked by Divine Writ
The Word made flesh - God-like when this

many randoms falling asleep in my spot too many eyes peep what I Got
I stopped reaching went vegan and started seeking peace
To detox and flush out

'em
Get my attention away from the various places I'm headed
I gotta stay focused and keep my eyes on the prize
My confidence is higher than some kites

never see eye to eye I'm Top Notch wit it
So believe me or not lyrically I'm a gift
With the singular noun y'all ain't catching my drift but then again

flew by
Some of the words took a place within like my eyes started facing in
And then I picked up the pen and while expressing my heart
I opened up my

Art comes first that's a weighty line (yeah yeah)
Test results telling me the baby mine
I'm referring to the new album u dey barb my mind? (saa saa)
See

want my pockets
My space coupe got a mod-kit
Too much flow be honest
I do numbers so go ahead and just chalk it
All these baguettes flawless
Cook by hand

and when your album drop we'll remember
And to all the Arab governments all yall pretenders
Kings only by title just a puppet
Words without action we ain't

boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)

Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm

Bird's eye view, this shit panoramic
Still fightin' off my paranoia, shit too real, just fired my lawyer
Trust issues, I'm needin' to fix it, that could