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, you know, it's best to keep quiet
But sometimes you just gotta let it out
Young angel and young lion, you know what it is

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 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
And show me the city that I without fear claim

What I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out, baby, word to chuck English
Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers
My song is ya girlfriend's wakin' up ringer

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 just 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
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First thing I'm a do is free Weezy, go

And I take probation
I don't want that T.I. and vick vacation
Private plane, big location
I'm 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 unguarded
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 just 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, head butt 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 just screamin', mothafucker, do you hear her?

Drizzy Drake, what the lick read?
We make magic boy Roy and Sigfreid
Young Mulah, baby, yeah