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[Drake
Yeah, I appreciate your tonight
It's been a moment since I done public speaking
I find its best to keep quiet
But uh
Sometimes you just let it out
Young Angel and Young
You what it is

Ughh
I'm the of October
I ain't drive
I got
Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots
I think better when I'm not
I Smoke goodie no
I'm a stock
flights back home
No over
Still spittin' that shit they shot Pac over
The shit my mother looked shocked
yeah
They a
I'm the of 7
A migraine, take 2
I'm the one twice
I'm the new 11
And if I die
I'ma do it
I do a second
I niggaz be eyeing me all hard
And lying to girls
And the same cars
there,
Wishing problems became ours
'Cuz we have in common
Since I done star
I done bigger
right into my peer's lanes
Same that used to holler my engineer's name
One
I could make the drapes and the sheers
And me the city
That I fear claim
What I set to never extinguish
kid out baby
Word to Chuck
my own money
See the paper cut
My song is your girlfriend's wakin' up

Or alarm or
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I never get to fans
'Cuz a eager
be the collapse of a dam
Always knew that I could
How to get these label heads to offer him figures
And me doing the
everyone nervous
'Cuz them hipsters have to get along with them hood niggaz
It's all
I'm going off lights when the shows' over
Make pasta rent a movie called over
in peace to Heath Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
I'll slow ya
Got no
Wet glass on your table
No
Burn bread boy
No
G & Tez got a cig
But I'm no
just handed chips to me nigga
No
I'm with a Money Cash Money soldier
My cup over
The same I ball with
I fall
On some Southern draw
Rookie of the
0 6, Chris Paul
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These cases work out
I we can agree on
enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First I'm a do is
Weezy
Go..

[Lil'
And take probation
I don't want that T.I. and Vick
Private
Big
I'm to the bank
To make a big

I don't
I hard
And if the ain't on the stove
I for it
But in the time
You can call me Roy, Jones Junior
Fightin' the and gun charges

Don't leave me
And I'm a head
Word to Vince
Word to Mark
Leave a departed
All that like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy its retarded
Red light on it like its
I recordin'
I'm C-4in'
My foreign
We are in
A they aren't
dig in your pocket
And pay
cover your eyes
Your face
the game from the side
I'm callin'
No, I didn't say I'm flawless
But I
Damn sure don't
My pistol got
For your
I'm so
I can on a comet
K.Y. no
I'm on it
F. baby
Newborn
You know what they say 'bout when your palm
I'm gon' get
Money I'm get
Young in your tummy
And we shit
And get toilet paper quick
Like when Bone
That's right
I'm back on my shit
That only Marvin Gaye
No ice, just shit
And you boyfriend softer than a pit
I fuck the world
With a dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas like the pussy
In I eat
Fireman burn down entire street
So fly I'ma take off when I
Bye.
And you can my wings
on my money
Head butt Yao
Put your in the oven
If you my things
I'm shufflin' the
to cut my queens

But I the dealer
House full of like Tila Tequila

I'm the man in the
My swagger screaming
Motherfucker!
Do you hear

Drizzy
What the read?
We magic
& Sick-freed

[Lil' outro]
Wooh!
Young Moulah