Lyrics Cancer - Napoleon Da Legend

Revenge is a meal that you eat cold
Catch me in the snow with a sheep coat
If you say it in a song then police know
When the party done serve you with a RICO
Hear em gassing but that's just the placebo
I be caking up like a priest though
Never fuck with the snake type
Great sights can turn into a gravesight
Up late nights
Early mornings we take flights
To handle pressure gotta train right
It's mind over matter
Taking care of mine over chatter
When you find yourself in a zone
Then time doesn't matter
Time is money bags
You know mines is getting phatter
Formally the formatter of the core matter
Formally they hated on me now they more madder
The war crafter, I'm the landlord smasher
The evil seed slash Pandora crasher
Except more brasher, the no-look passer
Cook plasma, slash shook rapper slapper
3 pointer splasher, Golden State trophies
Yard food grower, I cultivate groceries
Under palm trees, Jamaican cold breeze
Torch bearer of the game the bitch chose me

French bistro quiche with goat cheese eating
Feeling obese when I'm most fiendish
Reconnecting with some old demons
Little to no features we don't promote leaches
Stroke of genius yoked up some new Adidas
Symbol of hope hold the yoke for the vegans
Smoke anything, that's within the vicinity
Might not fit the bill but I hit the epitome
The games full of obstacles
I chop them fools
And box them fools like cafeteria food
Imperial coup
Copping brews from the store
Never lacking
I recognize that dude from before
Shoot from the hip if the shoe fits
I'm a wearing it
Smooth like jewels in a new whip
Pure bliss no words to describe this
Every year everything change like a time skip

Life is neglected
We play it off but none of us is unaffected
Pop up to the spot unexpected
Get a few drinks and hit the exit
Then reflect on the ride home
I made it home alive that's a milestone