Cyhi The Prynce - Napoleon lyrics

[Produced by M16] [Intro] (The Napoleon complex is when short men) (Over compensate for being short) Cyhi! (Usually by being really aggressive) Y'all know what time it is! [Verse 1] Huh, young prince with the soul of Napoleon I see art, like I know the custodian At the Gagosian and my ho is Cambodian While I'm smoking, I send her to the store for some Ozium Huh, if I ain't hot, you must be smoking that opium Or that sh** Hector gave Smoke' and 'em (Sup Smokey!) 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 n***as throwing sodium, on my name, no Utopian My fans are like the '96 Lakers, coach, throw Kobe in! Remember selling nicks at night, no Nickelodeon Now I'm pulling chicks at night feelin' like Scorpion Dr. Kevorkian all in ya ho fallopian Got her in the car givin' toppings, anchovy-ing Speaking of cars, they rush ours like 4 P.M How you a gangsta but on Instagram emoji-ing? In America, n***as dying over p**y In the Middle East, they dying over petroleum A pound in a FoodSaver look like a head of lettuce n***as steal my metaphors like I never said it Try to battle me, you gon' need a pair of medics That means two, a pair of medics And a helicopter full of hella doctors For sounding like Andy Milanokis on the teleprompter Huh, let's get it poppin', Orville Redenbacher Don't make my partner k** your dog with that Cruella chopper Hotter than that red sriracha, can't care less about ya The last thing I'm tryna be is fresh when the feds is watching No disrespect to my n***a Chainz But, when the feds really watching, that sh**'ll wreck ya 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 sh** I did at 17 God knows where I would be if I never dreamed Huh, the dopest n***a in our decade I don't rest, hey, cause these hoes give me a headache Huh, I'm out in L.A., I never went to school For writing but I'm still good with them essays Every b**h I had end up f**ing the squad No love in my heart, back then, I wasn't that smart But, I went into some cla**es 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 gon' need your liquor license just to f** with my bars Puffin' cigars, leave the show to a lovely ménage Huh, thumbin' through the check like I'm shufflin' cards Bullet wounds left my friends with the ugliest scars Revenge'll get ya even but what are your odds? Of gettin'it away with it or getting stuck with a charge, huh Flowing so ethical, plus I'm cold and poetical It's my time according to this gold Oyster Perpetual, uh 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 n***a, mattresses Yee ain't from the streets if you thought that was some f*ggot sh** My ratchet is always in the car so please don't clap at 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 cla**, 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 n***a try to sneak ya All you hear is "bang, boom, pow", onomatopoeia Then I'm gone...