[Napoleon Da Legend verse 1]
Anti-Caligula pushing Teslas Nicolas
I crack ligaments of rappers that’s extra-curricular
Monastery monk, Afro-punk still be sexing
Smith and Wessun for reporters asking silly questions
Slightly gregarious my voice tone Gregorian
I came out more mature, out of my own moratorium
Maury Povich, orator, the baby wasn’t his, the lady was a skits
She was only in it for the chips
Ain’t it a bitch? You can be rich and not even enjoy the shit
My future lit I saw the shit, stupid trolls ignore the shits
Their spinal cord is porcelain, I’m Scorcese mixed Oliver
Philosopher who you making ya dollar for? Dominance
Ducking paparazzi I’m dodging photographers my monikers synonymous to fast lane check the speedometer
Somalian mentality, slap you burn a calories
I flip shares stock exchange, while you earn a salary

[Napoleon Da Legend Chorus]
Open the door let me in on lord
Let me the duty I was sent for
Break me off with something I’m a get more
I’m vested with the power from the main source

[Napoleon Da Legend verse 2]
Rigomortis your corpse on the coroners porch
I struck a cord, sing the chorus for moral support
Philip Morris for short, stacking my chips like the Mormons
After performance the groupie swarming like transformers
I let em in then I make em take a survey
You first grade I fuck her sipping earl grey that’s great Britain
Benjamins I make spitting my written start bidding wars I piss em off then fly off to Singapore, I’m winning more
Figure four while you figure what I’m for just pick a sword I’m of sick of all ya talkers , most of y’all should listen more
Arrogant for nothing rappers I just had enough of rappers
Talking bout They this and that then you don’t see nothing after
I’m the puppet master never see me puffing after anyone I don’t smoke inhaling liquor with Henny lungs
You had a petty run, couple months already done
I move my chips on the board like Machiavelli’s son