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

Ughh
I'm the of October
I drive here
I got
me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots over
I think better when I'm not
I Smoke goodie no
I'm a holder
Private flights home
No stop
Still that shit that they shot Pac over
The shit my mother looked shocked
Haha
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
do it reppin'
I do a second
I swear be eyeing me all hard
And lying to their
And the same cars
there,
Wishing their problems ours
'Cuz we have nothing in
Since I done became
I done bigger
Swervin' right into my peer's
Same dudes that to holler my engineer's name
One
I could make the drapes and the sheers
And show me the
That I without claim
What I set seems to never
Coolest kid out
Word to Inglish
my own money
See the paper cut
My song is girlfriend's wakin' up ringer

Or or whatever
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I never get attracted to
'Cuz a beaver
be the collapse of a dam
Always knew that I figure
How to get these label heads to him good figures
And me doing the
everyone nervous
'Cuz them hipsters gone have to get along with them niggaz
all good
I'm going off like lights when the shows'
Make pasta rent a called hoes over
Rest in to Heath Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
I'll slow ya
Got no
Wet glass on table nigga
No
Burn bread boy
No
G & Tez got a cig
But I'm no
They handed chips to me nigga
No
I'm a Young Money Cash Money soldier
My cup over
The same niggaz I with
I fall
On Southern draw shit
of the year
0 6, Chris Paul
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These cases don't out
I hope we can on
Makin' enough to pay any Judy off
thing I'm a do is
Free
Go..

[Lil'
And take probation
I don't want T.I. and Vick vacation
plane
Big
I'm going to the
To make a big

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

Don't leave me
And I'm a head
Word to Vince
Word to Marky
Leave a departed
All that blood the Red Sea parted
My gun go like its retarded
Red light on it its recordin'
I ain't
I'm Just
My foreign
We are in
A they aren't
dig in your pocket
And pay
cover your eyes
Your fallin'
the game from the side
I'm callin'
No, I say that I'm flawless
But I
sure don't tarnish
My got comments
For garments
I'm so
I can on a comet
K.Y. no
I'm on it
Weezy F.
bitch
You know what say 'bout when your palm itch
I'm gon' get
Money I'm get
Young Money in tummy
And we gon'
And get that toilet paper
Like when Bone
right bitch
I'm back on my shit
That only Marvin know
No ice, just shit
And you boyfriend softer than a pit
I scream fuck the
With a long
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet like the
In I eat
Fireman burn down your street
So fly I'ma take off I leap
Bye.
And you can my wings
Stand on my
butt Yao Ming
Put hand in the oven
If you touch my
I'm shufflin' the
to cut my queens

But I ain't the
full of bitches like Tila Tequila

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

Drizzy
What the lick
We magic
& Sick-freed

[Lil' Wayne
Wooh!
Moulah baby