Cyhi The Prynce - Napoleon Lyrics
[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 NapoleonI see art, like I know the custodianAt the Gagosian and my ho is CambodianWhile I'm smoking, I send her to the store for some o's-iumHuh, if I ain't hot, you must be smoking that opiumOr that shit Hector gave Smoke' and 'em (Sup Smokey!)In that Impala, but ain't nobody dope as himSo, hip-hop, it's time to hold the symposiumOr a seminar with no podiumFor all the lame niggas throwing sodium, on my name, no UtopianMy fans are like the '96 Lakers, coach, throw Kobe in!Remember seven Knicks at night, no NickelodeonNow I'm pulling chicks at night feelin' like ScorpionDr. Kevorkian all in ya ho fallopianGot her in the car givin' toppings, anchovy-ing[Verse 2]Speaking of cars, they rush ours like 4 P.MHow you a gangsta but on Instagram emoji-ing?In America, niggas dying over *****In the Middle East, they dying over petroleumA pound in a FoodSaver look like a head of lettuceNiggas steal my metaphors like I never said itTry to battle me, you gon' need a paramedicsThat means two, a pair of medicsAnd a helicopter full of hella doctorsFor sounding like Andy Milanokis on the teleprompterHuh, let's get it poppin', Orville RedenbacherDon't make my partner kill your dog with that Cruella chopperHotter than that red sriracha, can't care less about yaThe last thing I'm tryna be is fresh when the feds is watchingNo disrespect to my nigga ChainzBut, when the feds really watching, that shit'll wreck ya brainThat's why I left the game but, if I had to do some timeI'll still make money from the pen like Ester DeanAnd I could go to jail for some shit I did at 17God knows where I would be if I never dreamed[Verse 3]Huh, the dopest nigga in our decadeI don't rest, hey, cause these hoes give me a headacheHuh, I'm out in L.A., I never went to schoolFor writing but I'm still good with them essaysEvery ***** I had end up *****ing the squadNo love in my heart, back then, I wasn't that smartBut, I went into some classes overseasNow all I do is study abroad... Get it? Study a broad?What I learned is that these hoes'll tear your buddies apartNow it's Greek mythology cause I run with the godsStreet astrology cause I'm one with the stars[Verse 4]You gon' need your liquor license just to ***** with my barsPuffin' cigars, leave the show to a lovely ménageHuh, thumbin' through the check like I'm shufflin' cardsBullet wounds left my friends with the ugliest scarsRevenge'll get ya even but what are your odds?A "get it away" woulda-da get ya stomped with a charge, huhFlowing so ethical, plus I'm cold and poeticalIt's my time according to this gold ultra perpetual, uhGhetto activist, I'm not a Devil's advocateAs humble as a dove but I run with some savagesCatch my goons laying on a nigga, mattressesYee ain't from the streets if you thought that was some faggot shit[Verse 5]My ratchet is always in the car so please don't clap in itCause they haters wanna see you holy like the CatholicYou don't know the half of it, gladiator MaximusWe ain't in the same class, you algebra, I'm calculusOn my neck is a charm of the man who stayed in NazarethMy mind just so deep, I swear that you couldn't fathom thisHuh, and rap is like collegeI'm working on my doctorate cause I already mastered itHuh, yesterday I talked to YeezusI said I'm paranoid, that's why I always got a heaterHuh, so if a nigga try to sneak yaAll you hear is "bang, boom, pow", onomatopoeiaThen I'm gone...
