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

Ughh
I'm the property of
I drive here
I got
Bring me champagne flutes, and some shots over
I better when I'm not sober
I Smoke goodie no
I'm a holder
Private flights back
No over
Still spittin' that that they shot Pac over
The shit my mother looked shocked
Haha
They a
I'm the of 7
A migraine, take 2
I'm the one over
I'm the new 11
And if I die
I'ma do it
I never do a
I swear niggaz be me all hard
And lying to girls
And drivin' the cars
there,
Wishing their problems ours
'Cuz we have nothing in
I done became star
I done became
Swervin' right into my peer's
Same dudes that used to holler my name
One
I make the drapes and the sheers change
And show me the
That I without fear
I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out
Word to Inglish
Count my own
See the paper cut
My song is your girlfriend's wakin' up

Or alarm or
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I get attracted to fans
a eager beaver
Could be the of a dam
Always that I could figure
How to get label heads to offer him good figures
And me doing the
Getting everyone
'Cuz them hipsters have to get along with them hood niggaz
all good
I'm going off like lights when the over
Make rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in peace to Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
I'll roast ya
Got no
Wet glass on table nigga
No
Burn bread 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 over
The same niggaz I with
I fall
On some Southern shit
Rookie of the
0 6, Chris Paul
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These don't work out
I we can agree on
Makin' enough to pay any Judge off
thing I'm a do is
Free
Go..

[Lil'
And take probation
I don't want T.I. and Vick vacation
Private
Big
I'm going to the
To a big donation

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

Don't me unguarded
And I'm a head
to Vince Lambardy
Word to Mark
Leave a departed
All blood like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like its
Red light on it like its
I recordin'
I'm C-4in'
My currency
We are in
A lead they
dig in your pocket
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
sure don't 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 say 'bout when your palm itch
I'm gon' get
I'm gon' get
Young Money in tummy
And we gon'
And get that toilet quick
Like when Bone
That's right
I'm on my grown shit
only Marvin Gaye know
No ice, chrome shit
And you boyfriend softer than a pit
I scream the world
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 I leap
Bye.
And you can my wings
Stand on my
butt Yao Ming
Put your in the oven
If you my things
I'm shufflin' the
'Bout to cut my

But I the dealer
House full of bitches like Tila

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

Drizzy
What the lick
We magic
Boy-Roy &

[Lil' outro]
Wooh!
Young Moulah