"Napoleon" - Cihy The Prynce
Lyrics:
The Napoleon complex is when short men overcompensate for being short
Usually by being really aggressive
Y'all know what time it is
Young prince with the soul of Napoleon
I see art like I know the custodian
At the Gagosian and my hoe is Cambodian
While I'm smoking I send her to the store for some os-ium
If I ain't hot, you must be smoking that opium
Or that shit Hector gave Smoke and 'em
In that Impala, but ain't nobody dope as him
So, hip-hop, it's time to hold the symposium
Or a seminar with no podium
For all the lame niggas throwing sodium, on my name, no Utopian
My fans are like the '96 Lakers, coach, throw Kobe in
Remember seven Knicks at night, no Nickelodeon
Now I'm pulling chicks at night feeling like Scorpion
Dr. Kevorkian all in your hoe fallopian
Got her in the car giving toppings, anchovy-ing
Speaking of cars, they rush ours like 4 PM
How you a gangsta but on Instagram emoji-ing?
In America, niggas dying over pussy
In the Middle East, they dying over petroleum
A pound in a FoodSaver look like a head of lettuce
Niggas steal my metaphors like I never said it
Try to battle me, you gonna need the paramedics
That means two, a pair of medics
And a helicopter full of hella doctors
For sounding like Andy Milanokis on the teleprompter
Let's get it popping, Orville Redenbacher
Don't make my partner kill your dog with that Cruella chopper
Hotter than that red sriracha, can't care less about you
The last thing I'm tryna be is fresh when the feds is watching
No disrespect to my nigga Chainz
But when the feds really watching, that shit'll wreck your brain
That's why I left the game but if I had to do some time
I'll still make money from the pen like Ester Dean
And I could go to jail for some shit I did at 17
God knows where I would be if I never dreamed
The dopest nigga in our decade
I don't rest, hey, 'cause these hoes give me a headache
I'm out in L.A., I never went to school
For writing but I'm still good with them essays
Every bitch I had end up fucking the squad
No love in my heart, back then I wasn't that smart
But I went into some classes overseas
Now all I do is study abroad, get it? Study a broad?
What I learned is that these hoes'll tear your buddies apart
Now it's Greek mythology 'cause I run with the gods
Street astrology 'cause I'm one with the stars
Usually by being really aggressive
Y'all know what time it is
Young prince with the soul of Napoleon
I see art like I know the custodian
At the Gagosian and my hoe is Cambodian
While I'm smoking I send her to the store for some os-ium
If I ain't hot, you must be smoking that opium
Or that shit Hector gave Smoke and 'em
In that Impala, but ain't nobody dope as him
So, hip-hop, it's time to hold the symposium
Or a seminar with no podium
For all the lame niggas throwing sodium, on my name, no Utopian
My fans are like the '96 Lakers, coach, throw Kobe in
Remember seven Knicks at night, no Nickelodeon
Now I'm pulling chicks at night feeling like Scorpion
Dr. Kevorkian all in your hoe fallopian
Got her in the car giving toppings, anchovy-ing
Speaking of cars, they rush ours like 4 PM
How you a gangsta but on Instagram emoji-ing?
In America, niggas dying over pussy
In the Middle East, they dying over petroleum
A pound in a FoodSaver look like a head of lettuce
Niggas steal my metaphors like I never said it
Try to battle me, you gonna need the paramedics
That means two, a pair of medics
And a helicopter full of hella doctors
For sounding like Andy Milanokis on the teleprompter
Let's get it popping, Orville Redenbacher
Don't make my partner kill your dog with that Cruella chopper
Hotter than that red sriracha, can't care less about you
The last thing I'm tryna be is fresh when the feds is watching
No disrespect to my nigga Chainz
But when the feds really watching, that shit'll wreck your brain
That's why I left the game but if I had to do some time
I'll still make money from the pen like Ester Dean
And I could go to jail for some shit I did at 17
God knows where I would be if I never dreamed
The dopest nigga in our decade
I don't rest, hey, 'cause these hoes give me a headache
I'm out in L.A., I never went to school
For writing but I'm still good with them essays
Every bitch I had end up fucking the squad
No love in my heart, back then I wasn't that smart
But I went into some classes overseas
Now all I do is study abroad, get it? Study a broad?
What I learned is that these hoes'll tear your buddies apart
Now it's Greek mythology 'cause I run with the gods
Street astrology 'cause I'm one with the stars
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