Featuring: Lil Wayne

Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight

it's been a moment since I've done some public speaking
I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet
But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out

Young angel and young lion
You know what it is, uh


[Drake:]
Look, I'm the property of october
I ain't drive here I got chauferred

Bring me champagne flutes,
Rose and some shots over
I think better when I'm not sober

I smoke good ain't no glaucoma
I'm a stockholder,
Private flights back home no stop over

Still spittin that %#@! that they shot pac over
The %#@! my mother look shocked over
Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven

A migraine, take two excedrin
I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven
And if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second

I swear ^!$$%s be eyein me all hard
And lyin to they girls and 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 peer's lane

Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name
One touch I could make the drapes and 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 girlfriend's 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 label heads to offer 'em good figures
And me doin them shows gettin everyone nervous cause
Them hipsters gon have to get

alone with them hood ^!$$%s
it's all good I'm goin off like
lights when the show's 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 ya table ^!$$% no coaster
Burn bread everyday boy no toaster
G and tez got a cig but I'm no smoker

They jus handin chips to me ^!$$% no poker
I'm with it, young money, cash money soldier
My cup runneth over,

The same ^!$$%s I ball with, I fall with
On some southern drawl %#@!
Rookie of the year, '06 chris paul %#@!

D.r., c.j, an po' I see y'all
These cases don't workout 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 take probation
I don't want that t.I. and vick vacation
Private plane, big location

Goin 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 meantime you can call me young roy
Jones junior fightin the drugs and gun charge
%#@!, don't leave me un-guarded

And I'm 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 it's !@$!ed
Red light on it like it's recordin

I ain't recordin I'm jus C-4'in
My currency foreign
We are in a league they aren't
Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage
Better cover ya eyes ya 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 piss don't got comments for ya garments
I'm so high I can vomit on a comet

K-y no !@$* I'm on it
Weezy f baby new born (*##$
You know what they say bout when ya palm itch
I'm gon get money money I'm gon get
Young money in ya tummy and we gon %#@!

An get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit
that's right (*##$ I'm back on my grown %#@!
That oughta marvin gaye no ice just chrome %#@!
And ya boyfriend softer than a phone bit
I scream $#&@ the world with a long dick
Mother$#&@er I'm me, yeah (*##$ I'm me

You ^!$$%s sweet like the #~!!@ in which I eat
Fireman burn down ya entire street
So fly I'm 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
I'm shufflin the cards bout to cut my queens

But I ain't the dealer
House full of (*##$es like tila tequila
Yeah, I'm the man in the mirror
My swagger jus screamin motha$#&@er do you hear her
Drizzy drake what the lick read
We make magic boy roy and sigfreid
Whoo! young mulah baby, yeah