[Intro; Drake]    Yeah, I appreciate your patience tonight    It’s been a moment since I done some public speaking    I find nowadays its best to keep quiet    But Uh    Sometimes you just gotta let it out    Young Angel and Young Lion    You know What I is          [Drake]    Ughh Look    I’m the property of October    I ain’t drive here    I got chauffeured    Bring me champagne flutes, rose and some shots over    I think better when I’m not sober    I Smoke goodie no glaucoma    I’m a stock holder    Private flights back home    No stop over    Still spittin’ that shit that they shot Pac over    The shit my mother looked shocked over    Haha Yeah    What a canvas    I’m the group of 7    Migraine, take 2 Excedrin    I’m the one twice over    I’m the new 11    And if I die    I’m do it reppin’    I never do it second    I swear niggaz be eyeing me all hard    And lying to their girls    And drivin’ the same cars    Sittin’ there,    Wishing their problems became ours    Cuz we have nothing in common    Since I done became star    I done became bigger    Swervin’ right into my peer’s lanes    Same dudes that used to holler my engineer’s name    One touch    I could make the drapes and the sheers change    And 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 your girlfriend’s wakin’ up ringer    Haha    Or alarm or whatever    She be here 6 in the morn    If I let her    But I never get attracted to fans    Cuz a eager beaver    Could be the collapse of a dam    Always knew that I could figure    How to get these label heads to offer him good figures    And me doing the shows    Getting everyone nervous    Cuz them hipsters gone have to get along with them hood niggaz    Its all good    I’m going off like lights when the shows’ over    Make Pasta rent a movie called Hoes over    Rest in peace to Heath Ledger    But I’m no Joker    I’ll slow roast ya    Got no holster    Wet glass on your table nigga    No coaster    Burn bread everyday boy    No toaster    G & Terrence got a cig    But I’m no smoker    They just handed chips to me nigga    No poker    I’m with a young money cash money soldier    My cup runneth over    The same niggas I ball with    I fall with    On some southern draw shit    Rookie of the year    06, Chris Paul shit    D.R., CJ & Po    I see y’all    These cases don’t work out    I hope we can agree on    Makin enough to pay any judge Judy off    First thing I’m a do is    Free Weezy    Go..       [Lil Wayne]    And I’ll take probation    I don’t want that T.I. and Vick vacation    Private plane    Pick location    I’m going to the bank    To make a big donation    Yeah    I don’t stunt    I stunt hard    And If the food ain’t on the stove    I hunt for it    But in the mean time    You can call me Young Roy Jones Junior    Fightin’ the drugs and gun charges    Shit    Don’t leave me unguarded    And I’m a cheese head    Word to Vince Lambardy    Word to Marky Mark   Leave a snitch departed    All that blood like the red tea party    My gun go crazy like its retarded    Red light on it like its recordin’    I ain’t recordin’    I’m Just C-4ing    My currency foreign    We are in    A league they aren’t    Better dig in your pocket    And pay homage    Better cover your eyes    Your face fallin’    Watch the game from the side    I’m play callin’    No, I didn’t say that I’m flawless    but I    Damn sure don’t tarnish    My pistol got comments    For your garments    I’m so high    I can vomit on a comet    K.Y. No Homo    I’m on it    Weezy F baby    Newborn bitch    You know what they say bout when your palm pitch    I’m gone get money    Money I’m gone get    Young Money in your tummy    And we gone shit    And get that toilet paper quick    Like when Bone spit    That’s right bitch    I’m back on my grown shit    That automark game    No ice, just chrome shit    And you boyfriend softer than a foam pit    I scream fuck the world    With a long dick    Motherfucker I’m me    Yeah    Bitch I’m me    you niggas sweet like the pussy    In which I eat    Fireman burn down your entire street    So fly I’m take off when I leap    Bye….    And you can suck my wings    Stand on my money    Head butt Yao Ming    Put your hand in the oven    If you touch my things    I’m shufflin’ the cards    Bout to cut my queens    Hehe    But I ain’t the dealer    House full of bitches like Tila Tequila    Yeah    I’m the man in the mirror    My swagger just screaming    Motherfucker!    Do you hear her?    Yeah    Drizzy Drake    What the lick read?    We make magic    Boy-Roy & Sick-freed       [Outro; Lil Wayne]    Wooh!    Young Mullah Baby    Yeah