[Talking:]   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 shit that they shot pac over   The shit 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 niggas 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 niggas   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 nigga 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 nigga no poker   I'm 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 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   Shit, 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 retarded   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 homo I'm on it   Weezy f baby new born bitch   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 shit   An get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit   That's right bitch I'm 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 I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me   You niggas sweet like the pussy 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 bitches like tila tequila   Yeah, I'm 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 sigfreid   Whoo! young mulah baby, yeah