The Napoleon complex is when short men overcompensate for being short
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Usually by being really aggressive
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Y'all know what time it is
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Young prince with the soul of Napoleon
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I see art like I know the custodian
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At the Gagosian and my hoe is Cambodian
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While I'm smoking I send her to the store for some os-ium
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If I ain't hot, you must be smoking that opium
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Or that shit Hector gave Smoke and 'em
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In that Impala, but ain't nobody dope as him
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So, hip-hop, it's time to hold the symposium
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Or a seminar with no podium
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For all the lame niggas throwing sodium, on my name, no Utopian
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My fans are like the '96 Lakers, coach, throw Kobe in
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Remember seven Knicks at night, no Nickelodeon
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Now I'm pulling chicks at night feeling like Scorpion
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Dr. Kevorkian all in your hoe fallopian
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Got her in the car giving toppings, anchovy-ing
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Speaking of cars, they rush ours like 4 PM
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How you a gangsta but on Instagram emoji-ing?
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In America, niggas dying over pussy
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In the Middle East, they dying over petroleum
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A pound in a FoodSaver look like a head of lettuce
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Niggas steal my metaphors like I never said it
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Try to battle me, you gonna need the paramedics
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That means two, a pair of medics
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And a helicopter full of hella doctors
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For sounding like Andy Milanokis on the teleprompter
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Let's get it popping, Orville Redenbacher
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Don't make my partner kill your dog with that Cruella chopper
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Hotter than that red sriracha, can't care less about you
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The last thing I'm tryna be is fresh when the feds is watching
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No disrespect to my nigga Chainz
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But when the feds really watching, that shit'll wreck your brain
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That's why I left the game but if I had to do some time
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I'll still make money from the pen like Ester Dean
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And I could go to jail for some shit I did at 17
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God knows where I would be if I never dreamed
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The dopest nigga in our decade
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I don't rest, hey, 'cause these hoes give me a headache
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I'm out in L.A., I never went to school
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For writing but I'm still good with them essays
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Every bitch I had end up fucking the squad
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No love in my heart, back then I wasn't that smart
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But I went into some classes overseas
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Now all I do is study abroad, get it? Study a broad?
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What I learned is that these hoes'll tear your buddies apart
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Now it's Greek mythology 'cause I run with the gods
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Street astrology 'cause I'm one with the stars
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You gonna need your liquor license just to fuck with my bars
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Puffing cigars, leave the show to a lovely ménage
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Thumbing through the check like I'm shuffling cards
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Bullet wounds left my friends with the ugliest scars
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Revenge'll get you even but what are your odds?
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A "get it away" would've get you stomped with a charge, huh
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Flowing so ethical plus I'm cold and poetical
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It's my time according to this gold ultra-perpetual
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Ghetto activist, I'm not a Devil's advocate
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As humble as a dove but I run with some savages
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Catch my goons laying on a nigga, mattresses
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You ain't from the streets if you thought that was some faggot shit
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My ratchet is always in the car so please don't clap in it
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'Cause they haters wanna see you holy like the Catholic
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You don't know the half of it, gladiator Maximus
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We ain't in the same class, you algebra, I'm calculus
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On my neck is a charm of the man who stayed in Nazareth
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My mind just so deep, I swear that you couldn't fathom this
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Huh, and rap is like college
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I'm working on my doctorate 'cause I already mastered it
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Huh, yesterday I talked to Yeezus
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I said I'm paranoid, that's why I always got a heater
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Huh, so if a nigga try to sneak you
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All you hear is "bang, boom, pow", onomatopoeia
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Then I'm gone
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Napoleon
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CyHi Da Prynce |