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[Drake
Yeah, I appreciate patience tonight
been a moment since 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
Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots
I better when I'm not sober
I goodie no glaucoma
I'm a holder
Private flights home
No stop
Still spittin' that shit that they shot Pac
The shit my mother looked shocked
yeah
They a
I'm the of 7
A migraine, 2 Excedrin
I'm the one over
I'm the new 11
And if I die
I'ma do it
I do a second
I swear niggaz be me all hard
And lying to their
And drivin' the same
there,
Wishing their problems ours
'Cuz we nothing in common
Since I done star
I done became
Swervin' right my peer's lanes
dudes that used to holler my engineer's name
One
I could the drapes and the sheers change
And me the city
I without fear claim
What I set seems to extinguish
Coolest kid out
Word to Inglish
Count my own
See the cut fingers
My song is your girlfriend's wakin' up

Or or whatever
She be here 6 in the
If I let her
But I never get to fans
a eager beaver
Could be the of a dam
Always that I could figure
How to get these label heads to offer him good
And me doing the
Getting everyone
'Cuz hipsters gone have to get along with them hood niggaz
It's all
I'm going off like lights the shows' over
pasta rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in peace to Heath
But I'm no "Joker"
I'll roast 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 with a Young Money Money soldier
My cup runneth
The niggaz I ball with
I fall
On some Southern draw
Rookie of the
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
First I'm a do is
Free
Go..

[Lil'
And I'll probation
I don't want that T.I. and vacation
plane
Big
I'm to the bank
To a big donation

I stunt
I stunt
And if the food on the stove
I for it
But in the time
You can call me Young Roy, Jones
the drugs and gun charges

Don't leave me
And I'm a head
to Vince Lambardy
Word to Marky
Leave a snitch
All that blood like the Red Sea
My gun go like its retarded
Red on it like its recordin'
I recordin'
I'm C-4in'
My foreign
We are in
A lead aren't
dig in your pocket
And pay
Better cover your
Your fallin'
the game from the side
I'm callin'
No, I say that I'm flawless
But I
sure don't tarnish
My pistol got
For your
I'm so
I can on a comet
K.Y. no
I'm on it
Weezy F.
Newborn
You know what they say 'bout your palm itch
I'm get money
Money I'm get
Young in your tummy
And we gon'
And get that paper quick
when Bone spit
That's bitch
I'm on my grown shit
That only Marvin Gaye
No ice, just chrome
And you boyfriend softer than a pit
I scream the world
With a dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet the pussy
In I eat
Fireman burn your entire street
So fly I'ma take off 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 the dealer
full of bitches like Tila Tequila

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

Drizzy
the lick read?
We make
& Sick-freed

[Lil' Wayne
Wooh!
Young Moulah