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CYHI THE PRYNCE lyrics : "Napoleon"

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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%s 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, ^!$$%s dying over #~!!@

In the Middle East, they dying over petroleum
A pound in a FoodSaver look like a head of lettuce
^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% Chainz

But when the feds really watching, that %#@!'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 %#@! I did at 17
God knows where I would be if I never dreamed
The dopest ^!$$% 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 (*##$ I had end up $#&@ing 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 $#&@ 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 ^!$$%, mattresses

You ain't from the streets if you thought that was some !@$)got %#@!
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 ^!$$% try to sneak you

All you hear is ?bang, boom, pow?, onomatopoeia
Then I'm gone

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