[00:04.30]Yeah, I appreciate your patience tonight
[00:11.23]It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking
[00:14.17]I find nowadays it's, you know, best to keep quiet
[00:17.70]But, uh, sometimes you just gotta let it out
[00:21.02]Young Angel and Young Lion, you know what it is
[00:26.74]Uh, look, I'm the property of October
[00:30.31]I ain't drive here, I got chauffeured
[00:32.66]Bring me champagne flutes, rosé and some shots over
[00:35.46]I think better when I'm not sober
[00:37.26]I smoke goodie, no glaucoma, I'm a stockholder
[00:40.55]Private flights back home, no stop over
[00:43.03]Still spittin' that **** that they shot Pac over
[00:45.63]The **** my mother look shocked over
[00:47.70]Yeah, but with a canvas I'm the Group of Seven
[00:50.70]A migraine, take two Excedrin
[00:53.00]I'm the one twice over, I'm the new eleven
[00:55.16]And if I die I'ma do it reppin', I never do a second
[00:58.23]I swear ****** be eyein' me all hard
[01:00.66]And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the same cars
[01:03.01]Sittin' there wishin' their problems became ours
[01:05.58]‘Cause we have nothin' in common since I done became star
[01:08.11]I done became bigger, swervin', writin' in my peers' lane
[01:10.98]Same dudes that used to holler my engineer's name
[01:13.52]One touch, I could make the drapes and the sheers change
[01:16.12]And show me the city that I without fear claim
[01:18.55]What I set seems to never extinguish
[01:21.01]Coolest kid out, baby, word to Chuck Inglish
[01:23.51]Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers
[01:26.01]My song is your girlfriend's waking-up ringer
[01:28.68]Heh, or alarm, or whatever
[01:31.25]She be here at six in the morn' if I let her
[01:33.71]But I never get attracted to fans
[01:36.05]'Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
[01:38.61]I always knew that I could figure
[01:40.87]How to get these label heads to offer him good figures
[01:43.37]And me doin' the shows gettin' everyone nervous
[01:45.63]'Cause them hipsters gon' have to get along with them hood ******
[01:48.44]It's all good, I'm goin' off like lights when the show's over
[01:51.55]Make pasta, rent a movie, call hoes over
[01:54.25]Rest in peace to Heath Ledger, but I'm no joker
[01:56.85]I'll slow roast ya, got no holster
[01:59.67]Wet glass on your table, *****; no coaster
[02:02.03]Burn bread everyday, boy; no toaster
[02:04.59]G and Tez got a SIG, but I'm no smoker
[02:07.04]They just handin' chips to me, *****; no poker
[02:09.81]I'm with it, Young Money, Cash Money soldier
[02:12.26]My cup runneth over
[02:13.43]The same ****** I ball with, I fall with
[02:15.85]On some southern drawl ****
[02:17.16]Rookie of the year, '06 Chris Paul ****
[02:19.57]D-R., CJ, and Po, I see y'all
[02:22.08]These cases don't work out, I hope we can agree on
[02:24.56]Makin' enough to pay any Judge Judy off
[02:26.98]First thing I'ma do is free Weezy, go
[02:29.55]And I'd take probation
[02:32.51]I don't want that T.I. and Vick vacation
[02:35.20]Private plane, pick location
[02:37.30]I'm goin' to the bank to make a big donation
[02:39.88]Yeah, I don't stunt, I stunt hard
[02:42.63]And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it
[02:45.15]But in the meantime you can call me young Roy
[02:47.55]Jones Jr. fightin' the drugs and gun charge
[02:50.28]****, don't leave me unguarded
[02:52.65]And I'm a cheesehead, word to Vince Lombardi
[02:55.17]Word to Marky Mark, leave a snitch departed
[02:57.65]All that blood like the Red Sea parted
[03:00.29]My gun go crazy like it's retarded
[03:02.75]Red light on it like it's recording
[03:05.35]I ain't recordin', I'm just C-4in'
[03:07.85]My currency foreign; we are in a league they aren't
[03:11.79]Better dig in your pocket and pay homage
[03:14.44]Better cover your eyes, your face fallin'
[03:17.03]Watch the game from the side, I'm play callin'
[03:19.55]No, I didn't say that I'm flawless
[03:22.12]But I damn sure don't tarnish
[03:24.63]My pistol got comments for your garments
[03:27.32]I'm so high I can vomit on a comet
[03:29.70]K-Y, no homo, I'm on it
[03:32.52]Weezy F Baby, new born *****
[03:34.96]You know what they say 'bout when your palm itch
[03:37.44]I'm gon' get money, money I'm gon' get
[03:40.02]Young Money in your tummy and we gon' ****
[03:42.54]And get that toilet paper quick, like when Bones spit
[03:45.11]That's right, *****, I'm back on my grown ****
[03:47.67]That Audemars Piguet, no ice, just chrome ****
[03:50.10]And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit
[03:52.58]I scream, "**** the world with a long ****!"
[03:55.31]************, I'm me! Yeah, *****, I'm me!
[03:58.70]You ****** sweet, like the ***** in which I eat
[04:01.07]Fireman burn down your entire street
[04:04.04]So fly I'ma take off when I leap
[04:06.10]Bye! And you can suck my wings
[04:08.74]Stand on my money, headbutt Yao Ming
[04:11.44]Put your hand in the oven if you touch my things
[04:13.86]I'm shufflin' the cards, 'bout to cut my queens
[04:16.48]But I ain't the dealer
[04:19.28]House full of ******* like Tila Tequila
[04:21.75]Yeah, I'm the man in the mirror
[04:24.26]My swagger just screamin', ************, do you hear her?
[04:26.89]Yeah, Drizzy Drake what the lick read?
[04:29.51]We make magic, boy; Roy and Siegfried
[04:34.07]Woo, Young Mula, baby
[04:39.20]Yeah
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