Cyhi The Prynce - Napoleon lyrics

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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

You gonna need your liquor license just to fuck with my bars

Puffing cigars, leave the show to a lovely ménage

Thumbing through the check like I'm shuffling cards

Bullet wounds left my friends with the ugliest scars

Revenge'll get you even but what are your odds?

A "get it away" would’ve get you stomped with a charge, huh

Flowing so ethical plus I'm cold and poetical

It's my time according to this gold ultra-perpetual

Ghetto activist, I'm not a Devil's advocate

As humble as a dove but I run with some savages

Catch my goons laying on a nigga, mattresses

You ain't from the streets if you thought that was some faggot shit

My ratchet is always in the car so please don't clap in it

‘Cause they haters wanna see you holy like the Catholic

You don't know the half of it, gladiator Maximus

We ain't in the same class, you algebra, I'm calculus

On my neck is a charm of the man who stayed in Nazareth

My mind just so deep, I swear that you couldn't fathom this

Huh, and rap is like college

I'm working on my doctorate ‘cause I already mastered it

Huh, yesterday I talked to Yeezus

I said I'm paranoid, that's why I always got a heater

Huh, so if a nigga try to sneak you

All you hear is "bang, boom, pow", onomatopoeia

Then I'm gone