Yeah, I ya patience tonight It's been a moment since I've some public speaking I find now-a-days it's best to keep quiet But uh, you just gotta let it out Angel and Young Lion You what it is, uh
Look, I'm the of October I ain't drive here I got Bring me flutes, Rose and some shots I think better I'm not sober I smoke good no glaucoma I'm a stockholder, flights back 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, take two 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 the same cars Sittin' there wishin' their problems ours we have nothin' in common Since I done star I done big swervin' right in to my peer's lane Same that used to holla my engineer's name One touch I could make the drapes and the change An show me the city that I'll without claim What I set to never extinguish Coolest kid out baby word to Inglish Count my own see the paper cut fingers My song is ya girlfriend's wakin' up Heh, or alarm, or She be here at six in the if I let her But I never get attracted to a eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam I always knew that I figga How to get these heads to offer 'em good figures And me doin' the shows gettin' nervous 'cause Them gon' have to get alone with them hood niggas It's all good I'm goin off lights when the show's over pasta rent a movie call hoes over Rest in peace to Heath but I'm no "joker" I'll roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table no coaster bread everyday boy no toaster G and Tez got a sig' but I'm no They just handin' to me nigga no poker I'm with it, Young Money, Cash Money My cup over, The same niggas I with, I fall with On some Southern drawl of the year, '06 Chris Paul shit D.R., C.J, an Po I see cases don't workout I hope we can agree on Makin' to pay any Judge Judy off First thing I'm a do is Weezy, go
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