Yeah, I appreciate ya patience It's been a since I've done some public speaking I now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you just let it out Angel and Young Lion You what it is, uh
Look, I'm the of October I ain't drive I got chauferred Bring me flutes, Rose and shots over I think better when I'm not I good ain't no glaucoma I'm a stockholder, Private flights home no stop over Still spittin' that shit that they shot 'Pac The my mother look shocked over Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of A migraine, two Excedrin I'm the one over I'm the new eleven And if I die I'm a do it reppin', I do it second I niggas be eyein' me all hard And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the cars Sittin' there wishin' their problems became we have nothin' in common Since I became star I done big swervin' right in to my peer's lane Same dudes that to holla my engineer's name One touch I could the drapes and the sheers change An show me the city that I'll fear claim I set seems to never extinguish Coolest kid out word to Chuck Inglish Count my own money see the cut fingers My song is ya girlfriend's wakin' up Heh, or alarm, or She be at six in the morn' if I let her But I get attracted to fans 'Cause a eager beaver be the collapse of a dam I always knew that I could How to get label heads to offer 'em good figures And me doin' the shows gettin' nervous 'cause Them hipsters have to get alone with them hood niggas It's all good I'm off like lights when the show's over Make pasta a movie call hoes over Rest in to Heath Ledger but I'm no "joker" slow roast ya, got no holster Wet on ya table nigga no coaster Burn bread everyday boy no G and Tez got a but I'm no smoker They just handin' chips to me nigga no I'm with it, Young Money, Money soldier My cup over, The niggas I ball with, I fall with On Southern drawl shit Rookie of the year, '06 Chris Paul D.R., C.J, an Po I see These cases don't workout I we can agree on Makin' to pay any Judge Judy off First I'm a do is free Weezy, go
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