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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 Letras de cancionesTry 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 From Letras Mania