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

Ughh
I'm the of October
I ain't drive
I got
Bring me champagne flutes, and some shots over
I think better I'm not sober
I Smoke goodie no
I'm a stock
Private back home
No stop
Still that shit that they shot Pac over
The shit my looked shocked over
Haha
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 never do a
I swear niggaz be eyeing me all
And lying to their
And the same cars
there,
Wishing their problems became
we have nothing in common
Since I done star
I became bigger
Swervin' into my peer's lanes
Same dudes used to holler my engineer's name
One
I could make the and the sheers change
And me the city
I without fear claim
What I set seems to extinguish
kid out baby
Word to Chuck
my own money
See the cut fingers
My song is girlfriend's wakin' up ringer

Or alarm or
She be here 6 in the
If I let her
But I never get to fans
'Cuz a beaver
be the collapse of a dam
Always knew that I could
How to get label heads to offer him good figures
And me doing the
Getting everyone
'Cuz them hipsters gone have to get along with hood niggaz
It's all
I'm going off like lights the shows' over
Make pasta rent a movie called over
Rest in peace to Heath
But I'm no "Joker"
I'll roast ya
Got no
Wet on your table nigga
No
Burn bread boy
No
G & Tez got a cig
But I'm no
They handed chips to me nigga
No
I'm with a Young Cash Money soldier
My cup over
The same niggaz I ball
I with
On Southern draw shit
Rookie of the
0 6, Chris Paul
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These cases don't out
I we can agree on
enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First I'm a do is
Weezy
Go..

[Lil'
And I'll probation
I don't want that T.I. and Vick
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 me Young Roy, Jones Junior
Fightin' the and gun charges

Don't me unguarded
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 its retarded
Red light on it like its
I ain't
I'm Just
My currency
We are in
A lead aren't
Better dig in your
And pay
Better cover your
Your fallin'
the game from the side
I'm play
No, I didn't say that I'm
But I
Damn don't tarnish
My got comments
For garments
I'm so
I can vomit on a
K.Y. no
I'm on it
F. baby
Newborn
You know what they say when your palm itch
I'm gon' get
Money I'm get
Young Money in tummy
And we gon'
And get toilet paper quick
Like Bone spit
right bitch
I'm back on my shit
That only Marvin Gaye
No ice, just shit
And you boyfriend softer a foam pit
I scream the world
With a dick
I'm me

I'm me
you sweet like the pussy
In I eat
Fireman down your entire street
So fly I'ma off when I leap
Bye.
And you can suck my
on my money
Head Yao Ming
Put your in the oven
If you touch my
I'm shufflin' the
to cut my queens

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

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

Drizzy
What the read?
We make
Boy-Roy &

Wayne outro]
Wooh!
Young Moulah