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

Ughh
I'm the of October
I ain't here
I got
Bring me flutes, Rose and some shots over
I think better I'm not sober
I Smoke no glaucoma
I'm a stock
Private flights home
No stop
Still spittin' that shit they shot Pac over
The shit my mother looked shocked
yeah
They a
I'm the of 7
A migraine, 2 Excedrin
I'm the one twice
I'm the new 11
And if I die
I'ma do it
I never do a
I swear be eyeing me all hard
And lying to their
And the same cars
there,
Wishing their problems became
we have nothing in common
Since I done became
I became bigger
Swervin' into my peer's lanes
Same dudes that used to holler my engineer's
One
I could make the drapes and the change
And show me the
That I fear claim
What I set seems to extinguish
Coolest kid out
Word to Chuck
Count my own
See the cut fingers
My song is your wakin' up ringer

Or or whatever
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I get attracted to fans
'Cuz a eager
Could be the of a dam
Always knew that I could
How to get these label to offer him good figures
And me doing the
Getting nervous
'Cuz hipsters gone have to get along with them hood niggaz
It's all
I'm going off like lights the shows' over
Make rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in to Heath Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
I'll slow ya
Got no
Wet glass on your nigga
No
bread everyday boy
No
G & Tez got a cig
But I'm no
They just handed chips to me
No
I'm a Young Money Cash Money soldier
My cup over
The same niggaz I with
I fall
On some Southern draw
of the year
0 6, Chris shit
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These cases work out
I hope we can on
Makin' enough to pay any Judy off
thing I'm a do is
Free
Go..

Wayne]
And take probation
I want that T.I. and Vick vacation
plane
Big
I'm going to the
To make a big

I stunt
I stunt
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
to Marky Mark
Leave a departed
All that blood like the Red Sea
My gun go crazy like its
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
Better cover your
Your fallin'
Watch the from the side
I'm play
No, I say that I'm flawless
But I
Damn don't tarnish
My got comments
For your
I'm so
I can vomit on a
K.Y. no
I'm on it
Weezy F.
Newborn
You know what they say 'bout your palm itch
I'm gon' get
I'm gon' get
Young Money in tummy
And we gon'
And get that toilet paper
Like Bone spit
That's right
I'm back on my shit
only Marvin Gaye know
No ice, just shit
And you boyfriend softer a foam pit
I scream the world
a long dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet like the
In I eat
Fireman burn your entire street
So fly take off when I leap
Bye.
And you can suck my
on my money
Head Yao Ming
Put your hand in the
If you my things
I'm the cards
'Bout to cut my

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

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

Drizzy
the lick read?
We make
& Sick-freed

[Lil' outro]
Wooh!
Moulah baby