[Napoleon Da Legend verse]
Toxic like peroxide chicks trying to lock eyes
My range is Basquiat the god’s thinking out-the-box how can I not rise?
Italian pasta with Mozzarella whiter than Julia Roberts
Studious scholar millionaire strategies due for these dollars
I move on a goddess swift after she choosing the product
I’m the proof of the promise they been knowing the truth to be honest
Handling two katanas like samurai’s in the Edo period
He know he can’t go near us gets bloody when I slice his ego… period
Pisces flow, my horoscope’s historical
Bring drama like the Maury Show getting bent like Nore’s show
When it’s crunch time I get on my Robert Horry flow
My life’s a storyboard was rocking fatigues before the War Report
Send your weak album to the moratorium voice of a historian
Chicks getting more euphoric they’ll fuck and then hate you for it
I don’t chase nothing I attract shit
I don’t pay for nothing I just grab shit
Latch key kids with an Apache’s wit saying catchy shit
But that’s by accident
Take a taxi to the airport
My vocabularies the source
To become a boss can explain you the various cost
Rap is a vicarious sport and I fucking carry the torch
You ain’t said shit in ya last three albums
You can spare me your thoughts
Trust me If you was really being real we would have felt it
My pockets stay stacked like the roster on the Celtics
I’m Melvin Flint making these niggas take Ls quick
I suck on black titties and squeeze Nesquik
Come to the crib bitch we can chill minus the Netflix
Never reply to these anonymous text shit
My influence in this game affects shit
But I ain’t looking for it’s affection
Give it to you unfiltered
I stopped looking for perfection
Toxic like peroxide chicks trying to lock eyes
My range is Basquiat the god’s thinking out-the-box how can I not rise?
Italian pasta with Mozzarella whiter than Julia Roberts
Studious scholar millionaire strategies due for these dollars
I move on a goddess swift after she choosing the product
I’m the proof of the promise they been knowing the truth to be honest
Handling two katanas like samurai’s in the Edo period
He know he can’t go near us gets bloody when I slice his ego… period
Pisces flow, my horoscope’s historical
Bring drama like the Maury Show getting bent like Nore’s show
When it’s crunch time I get on my Robert Horry flow
My life’s a storyboard was rocking fatigues before the War Report
Send your weak album to the moratorium voice of a historian
Chicks getting more euphoric they’ll fuck and then hate you for it
I don’t chase nothing I attract shit
I don’t pay for nothing I just grab shit
Latch key kids with an Apache’s wit saying catchy shit
But that’s by accident
Take a taxi to the airport
My vocabularies the source
To become a boss can explain you the various cost
Rap is a vicarious sport and I fucking carry the torch
You ain’t said shit in ya last three albums
You can spare me your thoughts
Trust me If you was really being real we would have felt it
My pockets stay stacked like the roster on the Celtics
I’m Melvin Flint making these niggas take Ls quick
I suck on black titties and squeeze Nesquik
Come to the crib bitch we can chill minus the Netflix
Never reply to these anonymous text shit
My influence in this game affects shit
But I ain’t looking for it’s affection
Give it to you unfiltered
I stopped looking for perfection
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