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

Ughh
I'm the property of
I ain't here
I got
me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots over
I think better when I'm not
I Smoke no glaucoma
I'm a stock
flights back home
No stop
spittin' that shit that they shot Pac over
The shit my looked shocked over
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
do it reppin'
I never do a
I niggaz be eyeing me all hard
And lying to girls
And drivin' the same
there,
Wishing problems became ours
'Cuz we nothing in common
Since I done became
I done bigger
right into my peer's lanes
Same that used to holler my engineer's name
One
I could make the and the sheers change
And me the city
That I without claim
What I set to never extinguish
Coolest kid out
to Chuck Inglish
Count my own
See the cut fingers
My song is girlfriend's wakin' up ringer

Or or whatever
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I never get to fans
'Cuz a eager
be the collapse of a dam
Always that I could figure
How to get these label heads to offer him good
And me the shows
Getting nervous
'Cuz them hipsters gone have to get with them hood niggaz
It's all
I'm going off like lights when the over
Make pasta a movie called hoes over
in peace to Heath Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
I'll slow ya
Got no
Wet glass on your 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 Money Cash soldier
My cup over
The same niggaz I ball
I fall
On some draw shit
of the year
0 6, Paul shit
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These cases work out
I hope we can on
enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First I'm a do is
Weezy
Go..

[Lil'
And I'll take
I don't that T.I. and Vick vacation
Private
Big
I'm to the bank
To make a big

I don't
I stunt
And if the ain't on the stove
I for it
But in the mean
You can call me Young Roy, Junior
Fightin' the drugs and gun

Don't me unguarded
And I'm a head
Word to Vince
Word to Marky
Leave a departed
All blood like the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy like its
Red light on it its recordin'
I recordin'
I'm C-4in'
My foreign
We are in
A lead aren't
Better dig in pocket
And pay
cover your eyes
Your face
the game from the side
I'm callin'
No, I say that I'm flawless
But I
Damn sure tarnish
My pistol got
For garments
I'm so
I can on a comet
K.Y. no
I'm on it
Weezy F.
bitch
You know they say 'bout when your palm itch
I'm get money
Money I'm get
Young Money in your
And we shit
And get toilet paper quick
Like when spit
That's bitch
I'm back on my grown
That only Gaye know
No ice, just shit
And you boyfriend than a foam pit
I scream the world
a long dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas like the pussy
In I eat
Fireman burn down your street
So fly I'ma take off I leap
Bye.
And you can suck my
on my money
Head butt Yao
Put your in the oven
If you touch my
I'm the cards
'Bout to cut my

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

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

Drizzy
What the read?
We magic
& Sick-freed

[Lil' Wayne
Wooh!
Young Moulah