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[Drake
Yeah, I appreciate your patience
It's been a moment since I some public speaking
I find its best to keep quiet
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 here
I got
me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots over
I better when I'm not sober
I goodie no glaucoma
I'm a stock
Private back home
No over
Still spittin' that shit they shot Pac over
The shit my mother shocked over
yeah
They a
I'm the of 7
A migraine, take 2
I'm the one twice
I'm the new 11
And if I die
do it reppin'
I do a second
I swear be eyeing me all hard
And to their girls
And the same cars
there,
Wishing problems became ours
we have nothing in common
Since I became star
I done bigger
Swervin' right into my lanes
Same that used to holler my engineer's name
One
I could make the drapes and the sheers
And me the city
That I without fear
What I set seems to never
kid out baby
Word to Chuck
Count my own
See the paper cut
My song is your wakin' up ringer

Or or whatever
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I never get attracted to
a eager beaver
Could be the of a dam
Always knew that I figure
How to get these label to offer him good figures
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
Make rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in peace to Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
slow roast ya
Got no
Wet glass on your table
No
Burn everyday boy
No
G & Tez got a cig
But I'm no
They just handed to me nigga
No
I'm with a Young Cash Money soldier
My cup runneth
The same I ball with
I fall
On some Southern shit
of the year
0 6, Chris Paul
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These cases work out
I we can agree on
Makin' enough to pay any Judge off
First I'm a do is
Weezy
Go..

[Lil'
And I'll take
I want that T.I. and Vick vacation
plane
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 time
You can call me Roy, Jones Junior
Fightin' the drugs and gun

Don't leave me
And I'm a cheese
Word to Lambardy
to Marky Mark
Leave a snitch
All that blood the Red Sea parted
My gun go like its retarded
Red light on it like its
I ain't
I'm C-4in'
My currency
We are in
A they aren't
dig in your pocket
And pay
Better cover your
Your fallin'
Watch the game the side
I'm callin'
No, I didn't say I'm flawless
But I
Damn 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.
bitch
You know they say 'bout when your palm itch
I'm gon' get
Money I'm get
Money in your tummy
And we gon'
And get toilet paper quick
when Bone spit
That's right
I'm on my grown shit
That only Marvin know
No ice, chrome shit
And you boyfriend softer a foam pit
I scream the world
a long dick
I'm me

I'm me
you sweet like the pussy
In I eat
Fireman burn down your street
So fly take off when 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 Tequila

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

Drizzy
the lick read?
We magic
Boy-Roy &

[Lil' outro]
Wooh!
Young baby