[Chorus 2X: Napoleon] Don status, yeah, I live for the dough Put all your money in that and let it grow Everything I put on the streets, I bet it blow I'm hated by many but well respected though
[Napoleon] First of all, yeah, I'm the shit, dude The one word to describe me, is Ravishing like Rick Rude Don't take a president's speech to see I'm big news Slash five Jordans, but I don't make kid moves I sleep with my eyes open, and other speak When my people keep passes, what the FBI hoping I'm a rare, the every breed's tattle tales Fake niggas see me crack under pressure, like some fragile shells Showing not to strain us, blend us, money piles of scales Dudes like deadly die slow, I call 'em rattle snails Back to the big picture, is it the music selling Drugs or sticking niggas, one day, I did richer Yo, a seven, when everybody down with your time shine It's hell, when you see the projects through the fiends blind Mike Bibby jersey, yeah, I move with a Kings mind Blowing up that royal blue Bigotti in spring time
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[Napoleon] As the sun rise I'm blessed to see another day Please God let my sun be alive, that's what my mother pray Knowing that I'm caught up in the glamour life Them 22 spins, the new Wheel of Fortune without Vanna White You damned, I'm on some Lucky LUciano shit Taking my girl to where them rich folks be playing them piano hits I order me steak filet mignons Steam broccoli, I'm chilling, my nigga, V.A., been gone The hood grimey son, I need some fresh air Hit the mall up, caught me new spaces, give me ya best pair Cuz even though I'm young, I got a old soul Ahead of my time like Reggie Bush playing in the Rose Bowl Smooth as a young Marvin, I'm done robbing Stop trying to keep up with me, your son starving I'm the truth, which means I'm as real as it comes After million dollar deals, I keep it trill with the slums, what
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[Napoleon] My next album's a drug dealer's holy Qu'ran I'm from the streets, still I eat guacamole with dons Soon to cop the new Mazaratti drops that's bronze Left the drug game for real estate, stocks and bonds It's not a game, cuz prison life is not funny Them white judges got a grudge against niggas that got money It's a curse, we drop dollar vibe us bail Rather blow my brains off before I die in a cell Father figure me, the streets got me going nuts Sipping tangeray out of overflowing cups I guess you sending me a sign when I'm throwing up I'm five hundred dollars jeans, damn we blowing bucks That's how we live it, I walk through the hood like I'm gift's gift And ya'll know what's happening, that's Rerun and Rod shit I know the whip game so I don't sabotage bricks Just wait til that GTC in my garage, bitch
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[Napoleon] First of all, yeah, I'm the shit, dude The one word to describe me, is Ravishing like Rick Rude Don't take a president's speech to see I'm big news Slash five Jordans, but I don't make kid moves I sleep with my eyes open, and other speak When my people keep passes, what the FBI hoping I'm a rare, the every breed's tattle tales Fake niggas see me crack under pressure, like some fragile shells Showing not to strain us, blend us, money piles of scales Dudes like deadly die slow, I call 'em rattle snails Back to the big picture, is it the music selling Drugs or sticking niggas, one day, I did richer Yo, a seven, when everybody down with your time shine It's hell, when you see the projects through the fiends blind Mike Bibby jersey, yeah, I move with a Kings mind Blowing up that royal blue Bigotti in spring time
[Chorus 2X]
[Napoleon] As the sun rise I'm blessed to see another day Please God let my sun be alive, that's what my mother pray Knowing that I'm caught up in the glamour life Them 22 spins, the new Wheel of Fortune without Vanna White You damned, I'm on some Lucky LUciano shit Taking my girl to where them rich folks be playing them piano hits I order me steak filet mignons Steam broccoli, I'm chilling, my nigga, V.A., been gone The hood grimey son, I need some fresh air Hit the mall up, caught me new spaces, give me ya best pair Cuz even though I'm young, I got a old soul Ahead of my time like Reggie Bush playing in the Rose Bowl Smooth as a young Marvin, I'm done robbing Stop trying to keep up with me, your son starving I'm the truth, which means I'm as real as it comes After million dollar deals, I keep it trill with the slums, what
[Chorus 2X]
[Napoleon] My next album's a drug dealer's holy Qu'ran I'm from the streets, still I eat guacamole with dons Soon to cop the new Mazaratti drops that's bronze Left the drug game for real estate, stocks and bonds It's not a game, cuz prison life is not funny Them white judges got a grudge against niggas that got money It's a curse, we drop dollar vibe us bail Rather blow my brains off before I die in a cell Father figure me, the streets got me going nuts Sipping tangeray out of overflowing cups I guess you sending me a sign when I'm throwing up I'm five hundred dollars jeans, damn we blowing bucks That's how we live it, I walk through the hood like I'm gift's gift And ya'll know what's happening, that's Rerun and Rod shit I know the whip game so I don't sabotage bricks Just wait til that GTC in my garage, bitch
[Chorus 2X]
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