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

Ughh
I'm the of October
I drive here
I got
Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots
I think better I'm not sober
I goodie no glaucoma
I'm a stock
Private flights home
No stop
Still spittin' that shit that they Pac over
The shit my looked shocked over
Haha
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
I'ma do it
I do a second
I niggaz be eyeing me all hard
And lying to their
And drivin' the same
there,
Wishing problems became ours
we have nothing in common
Since I became star
I done became
Swervin' right into my peer's
dudes that used to holler my engineer's name
One
I make the drapes and the sheers change
And me the city
That I fear claim
I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out
to Chuck Inglish
Count my own
See the paper cut
My song is girlfriend's wakin' up ringer

Or or whatever
She be here 6 in the
If I let her
But I never get attracted to
a eager beaver
Could be the of a dam
Always knew that I could
How to get label heads to offer him good figures
And me the shows
Getting nervous
them hipsters gone have to get along with them hood niggaz
It's all
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 slow ya
Got no
Wet on your table nigga
No
bread everyday boy
No
G & Tez got a cig
But I'm no
They handed chips to me nigga
No
I'm a Young Money Cash Money soldier
My cup runneth
The same I ball with
I fall
On some draw shit
of the year
0 6, Chris shit
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These don't work out
I hope we can on
enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First I'm a do is
Free
Go..

Wayne]
And I'll take
I don't want that T.I. and Vick
Private
Big
I'm to the bank
To make a big

I don't
I stunt
And if the food 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
to Vince Lambardy
Word to Mark
Leave a snitch
All that blood the Red Sea parted
My gun go crazy its retarded
Red light on it like its
I recordin'
I'm C-4in'
My currency
We are in
A they aren't
Better dig in your
And pay
Better your eyes
Your face
the game from the side
I'm callin'
No, I didn't say I'm flawless
But I
Damn sure 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 they say 'bout when your palm
I'm get money
Money I'm get
Young in your tummy
And we gon'
And get that toilet paper
Like when spit
That's right
I'm back on my grown
That Marvin Gaye know
No ice, chrome shit
And you boyfriend softer a foam pit
I scream fuck the
With a dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet the pussy
In I eat
Fireman burn down your street
So fly I'ma take off I leap
Bye.
And you can suck my
Stand on my
Head Yao Ming
Put hand in the oven
If you touch my
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
What the read?
We make
& Sick-freed

[Lil' outro]
Wooh!
Young Moulah