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[Drake
Yeah, I appreciate patience tonight
It's been a moment I done some public speaking
I find nowadays its 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 shots over
I better when I'm not sober
I Smoke goodie no
I'm a holder
Private flights home
No over
Still that shit that they shot Pac over
The shit my looked shocked over
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
do it reppin'
I never do a
I niggaz be eyeing me all hard
And to their girls
And the same cars
there,
Wishing their problems ours
'Cuz we have nothing in
Since I done star
I done bigger
Swervin' right into my lanes
Same dudes that used to holler my name
One
I could make the drapes and the sheers
And show me the
That I without fear
What I set to never extinguish
Coolest kid out
Word to Chuck
my own money
See the paper cut
My song is your girlfriend's wakin' up

Or or whatever
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I get attracted to fans
'Cuz a beaver
Could be the of a dam
Always knew that I figure
How to get these label heads to offer him figures
And me doing the
Getting nervous
'Cuz them hipsters gone have to get along with them niggaz
all good
I'm going off like lights when the over
pasta rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in peace to Heath
But I'm no "Joker"
slow roast ya
Got no
Wet on your table nigga
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 Young Money Cash soldier
My cup runneth
The same niggaz I ball
I fall
On some draw shit
Rookie of the
0 6, Paul shit
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
cases don't work out
I we can agree on
enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First I'm a do is
Weezy
Go..

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

I stunt
I hard
And if the food ain't on the
I for it
But in the time
You can me Young Roy, Jones Junior
Fightin' the drugs and gun

Don't leave me
And I'm a head
Word to Vince
to Marky Mark
Leave a departed
All that blood the Red Sea parted
My gun go like its retarded
Red on it like its recordin'
I ain't
I'm Just
My foreign
We are in
A lead they
Better dig in your
And pay
Better cover your
face fallin'
Watch the from the side
I'm play
No, I didn't say that I'm
But I
Damn sure tarnish
My got comments
For your
I'm so
I can on a comet
K.Y. no
I'm on it
Weezy F.
bitch
You know what they say 'bout your palm itch
I'm get money
Money I'm get
Money in your tummy
And we gon'
And get that paper quick
when Bone spit
That's bitch
I'm on my grown shit
That Marvin Gaye know
No ice, chrome shit
And you boyfriend softer a foam pit
I scream fuck the
a long dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet like the
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 touch my
I'm the cards
to cut my queens

But I the dealer
House full of like Tila Tequila

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

Drizzy
What the read?
We magic
Boy-Roy &

Wayne outro]
Wooh!
Young Moulah