Drake

(feat. Lil Wayne)
[talking:]
Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight
Its been a moment since Ive done some public speaking
I find now-a-days its just best to keep quiet
But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out
Young angel and young ryan
You know what it is, uh
[Drake:]
Look, Im the property of october
I aint drive here I got chauferred
Bring me champagne flutes,
Rose an some shots over
I think better when Im not sober
I smoke good aint no glaucoma
Im a stockholder,
Private flights back home no stop over
Still spittin that shit that they shot pac over
The shit my mother look shocked over
Yeah, but with a canvas Im a group of seven
A migraine, take two excedrin
Im the one twice over Im the new eleven
An if I die Im a do it reppin, I never do a second
I swear niggas be eyein me all hard
An lyin to they girls an drivin the same cars
Sittin there wishin they problems became ours
Cause we have nothin in common
Since I done became star
I done became bigger swervin writin in my peers lane
Same dudes that used to holla my engineers name
One touch I could make the drapes an the sheers change
An show me the city that I without fear claim
What I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby word to chuck inglish
Count my own money see the paper cut fingers
My song is ya girlfriends wakin up ringer
Heh, or alarm, or whatever
She be here at six in the morn if I let her
But I never get attracted to fans
Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I could figga
How to get these labels to offer em good figures
An me doin them shows gettin everyone nervous cause
Them hipsters gon have to get alone with them hood niggas
Its all good Im goin off like lights when the shows over
Make pasta rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in peace to heath ledger but Im no joker
Ill slow roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster
Burn bread everyday boy no toaster
G and tez got a cig but Im no smoker
They jus handin chips to me nigga no poker
Im with it, young money, cash money soldier
My cup runneth over,
The same niggas I ball with, I fall with
On some southern drawl shit
Rookie of the year, 06 chris paul shit
D.r., c.j, an po I see yall
These cases dont workout I hope we can agree on
Makin enough to pay any judge off
First thing Im a do is free weezy, go
[Lil Wayne:]
An I take probation
I dont want that t.I. an vick vacation
Private plane, big location
Goin to the bank to make a big donation
Yeah, ion stunt, I stunt hard
An if the food aint on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can call me young roy
Jones junior fightin the drugs and gun charge
Shit, dont leave me un-guarded
And Im a cheese head word to vince lombardi
Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed
All that blood like the red sea parted
My gun go crazy like its retarded
Red light on it like its recordin
I aint recordin Im jus C-4in
My currency foreign
We are in a league they arent
Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage
Better cover ya eyes ya face fallin
Watch the game from the side Im play callin
No I didnt say that Im flawless
But I, damn sure dont tarnish
My piss dont got comments for ya garments
Im so high I can vomit on a comet
K-y no homo Im on it
Weezy f baby new born bitch
You know what they say bout when ya palm itch
Im gon get money money Im gon get
Young money in ya tummy an we gon shit
An get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit
Thats right bitch Im back on my grown shit
That oughta marvin gaye no ice just chrome shit
And ya boyfriend softer than a phone bit
I scream fuck the world with a long dick
Motherfucker Im me, yeah bitch Im me
You niggas sweet like the pussy in which I eat
Fireman burn down ya entire street
So fly Im a take off when I leap, bye
And you can suck my wings
Stand on my money headbutt yao ming
Putcha hand in the oven if ya touch my things
Im shufflin the cards bout to cut my queens
But I aint the dealer
House full of bitches like tila tequila
Yeah, Im the man in the mirror
My swagger jus screamin mothafucker do you hear her
Drizzy drake what the lick read
We make magic boy roy and sigfried
Whoo! young mulah baybee, yeah
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