Ignant Shit (feat. 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 ryan

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 an 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

An if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second

I swear niggas be eyein me all hard

An lyin to they girls an 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 an 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 labels to offer 'em good figures

An 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

DR, CJ, an po' I see y'all

These cases don't workout I hope we can agree on

Makin enough to pay any judge off

First thing I'm a do is free weezy, go

[Lil Wayne]

An I take probation

I don't want that TI an vick vacation

Private plane, big location

Goin to the bank to make a big donation

Yeah, ion stunt, I stunt hard

An 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 an 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 sigfried

Whoo! Young Mulah babe, yeah