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

Ughh
I'm the of October
I ain't drive
I got
Bring me flutes, Rose and some shots over
I think when I'm not sober
I goodie no glaucoma
I'm a stock
Private flights home
No stop
Still spittin' shit that they shot Pac over
The my mother looked shocked over
yeah
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 do a second
I swear niggaz be me all hard
And lying to their
And drivin' the same
there,
Wishing their became ours
'Cuz we have nothing in
Since I done star
I became bigger
Swervin' right into my peer's
Same dudes that used to holler my engineer's
One
I could make the drapes and the sheers
And show me the
That I without fear
I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out
Word to Chuck
Count my own
See the paper cut
My is your girlfriend's wakin' up ringer

Or alarm or
She be here 6 in the
If I let her
But I never get attracted to
'Cuz a beaver
be the collapse of a dam
Always knew that I figure
How to get label heads to offer him good figures
And me doing the
Getting nervous
'Cuz them hipsters gone to get along with them hood niggaz
all good
I'm going off lights when the shows' over
pasta rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in peace to Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
slow 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 chips to me nigga
No
I'm a Young Money Cash Money soldier
My cup runneth
The same niggaz I with
I with
On some draw shit
of the year
0 6, Chris Paul
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These cases don't out
I hope we can on
Makin' enough to pay any Judy off
thing I'm a do is
Free
Go..

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

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

Don't me unguarded
And I'm a cheese
Word to Lambardy
Word to Mark
Leave a departed
All that blood like the Red Sea
My gun go like its retarded
Red light on it its recordin'
I ain't
I'm C-4in'
My foreign
We are in
A lead they
Better dig in your
And pay
Better cover eyes
face fallin'
Watch the from the side
I'm callin'
No, I didn't say I'm flawless
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 what they say 'bout when your palm itch
I'm gon' get
Money I'm get
Young Money in your
And we gon'
And get that toilet paper
Like when Bone
right bitch
I'm on my grown shit
That only Gaye know
No ice, just shit
And you boyfriend softer than a pit
I scream the world
With a dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet like the
In I eat
Fireman down your entire street
So fly I'ma take off when I
Bye.
And you can my wings
on my money
Head Yao Ming
Put hand in the oven
If you my things
I'm shufflin' the
'Bout to cut my

But I the dealer
full of bitches like Tila Tequila

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

Drizzy
the lick read?
We make
Boy-Roy &

[Lil' outro]
Wooh!
Young Moulah