Julius & Kenny

[Intro: Drake] Yeah, I appreciate your patience tonight It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking I find nowadays it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you just gotta let it out Young Angel and Young Lion You know what it is [Drake] 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 spitting 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 repping, I never do a second I swear niggas be eyeing me all hard And lying to they girls and driving the same cars Sitting there wishing they problems became ours Cause we have nothing in common since I done became star I done became bigger swerving writing in my peer's lane 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 waking 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 [Julius Luciano] Yo, I need to be in Tahiti, relaxin' in sand Tryin' to feed my D to Serena or even Venus cuz either could be the penis receiver Waxin' that ass, don't be scared to throw the pussy baby, cat's always land on they feet Peep, my crew is next up, we get big ups, we should drive a UPS truck Julius and Kenny is the new Drake and Weezy If you racin' me, I hope you ate your Wheaties I'm like Cool J and EPMD with a new flavor, Lupe and Beanie Sigel on these beats, I know that you hatin' me cuz your boo came to see me I slang cobra dick, I ain't sellin' music when I'm tryin' to slang my CD You'd pay to me be, believe me I'm a beast, and no, you can't defeat me I'm from where them dudes spray graffiti, crews stay and beef I show you L.A. Times without newspaper reading I'm too crazy, see me grippin' on that pistol When I'm trippin' ain't no suitcase or shoelaces needed Unless you want the pow, shut your fuckin' mouth Like takin' candy from a child, dude take it easy You players D-league, I'm Major Give the game a different look, I'm tryin' to change the scenery Scene-ree, look how I'm takin' out syllables I'm killin' these words, I'll be takin' out syllables Got sinister speech, niggas proceed cautiously Words, I'll put a couple together like E-Harmony Don't even think of harmin' me, my team's armory armin' me With the type of arms the army be armed with, B My heat guardin' me, I'm lookin' out for killers Tryin' to scalp a nigga, dude's wanna Steve Harvey me It ain't hard to see this industry's a mystery To keep up with the Joneses, you might need Barnaby We want our shit now, we ain't so patient We takin' control, don't change your station [Lil Wayne] And I 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 meantime you can call me young Roy Jones Jr. fighting 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 recording I ain't recording, I'm jus 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 falling Watch the game from the side, I'm play calling 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, new born bitch You know what they say bout when your palm itch I'm going get money, money I'm going get [Kenny] Then loan it to those I roll with because I lend money But me buyin'-an-island money, I want Shut down like an insomniac's eyelids, I live to play my cards right until I Gin Rummy I'm all in like high bids, high off hybrids Keep my sight at 12 o' clock but I watch my 6, it's funny They can't tell I'm a sick nigga, send a message instantly, my gun got a kick nigga We're number 1, U-Gang clique You ain't even number 2, in other words, you ain't shit I'm just tryin' to get off like pipin' a dame Not right in the brain, I'm not writin' a thing, might write in my brain I made a vow without writing an "O" All of my shit will be so dope it can go right in the O Oh, I make em wild when I finish quotes, yo Cuz I break it down like I'm finna smoke I'm only calm when there's a dime who tuggin' on my john I stay on top of my shit like I don't flush when I'm on the john If you got a problem with contact friends Then tell em it's on sight like a contact lens Cuz I don't bruise easy, I don't take fiscal breaks I don't lose easy, I don't make mental mistakes Want the bitch with the biggest ass ever made to sit on my face While I'm in my place that sit on the lake And I talk to her like, grind on me bitch And suck this dick like there's a prize inside of this shit Massagin' her tits, tongue slide up her clit Have her carryin' notes that old Mariah couldn't hit I'm just tellin' you what I'm about You ever fuckin' with me, her never fuckin' with me I'm just tellin' you without my doubts That plus the fans not needin' to hear every word that come out my mouth My bro is the best west known spitter So I guess I am the heir to the throne, dome splitter Though it's fresher, I'm one hell of a stone cold killer Froze nigga, throat slitter, go get her, I'mma get em yo And in that, you can be confident Crook I didn't write this down but this is one for the books We're not the same, you want fun, I want funds I fight for change, leave some lumps for lump sums You want some? That's plum dumb but come come I might just aim; send dum-dums to dumb-dumbs I'm cash grindin', a million songs written inside of my head, still I'm one track minded Let niggas know when they explorin' my town If he's a hater, I'll present him clips, show him around Am I fire and do I smoke it? Two dumb questions When I'm done sexin' is the only time that I come second Gimme one second, I'll teach nerds to keep writin' Teach em how spell numb, they can learn to be quiet I'm violent and don't play, but still pack toys Twist silencers on just to kill that noise Quit talkin'