Bonaparte

[Verse 1]
You think you know me
You know me not
If you see me back in Indigo
You know the team and you seen it's plot
We've grown stronger
We ain't growin' apart
Why you guys belittle each other with complex Bonaparte
And when you finished
We gon' be start
Recharged and we up, hit the streets, go again
If it wasn't MTV i'll pro'ly be ESPN
Either that or make the news, somewhere out on CNN

Cuz I got friends with low income
And friends that don't brag yellin' "RPG-income" and
Friends in DC with their daddy greedy greedy little hands
Penny-bitchin' all over my taxable income and
Friends strapped up cuz they're feeling the end coming
Friends with no option but to do how their dad does it
Cuz they had [?]
Friends just too rich to go help someone
I think that they got they own hell coming

[Verse 2]
I got friends that's been in them low places
Tellin' me we gon' be alright it's just one of those phases
I feel like tellin [?]
Where i can feel like writing this shit for one-million pages
Untli my team go for minimum wage just the shop in the stores with minimum-order-type placements
Black carts and four-course-dinner-arrangements
But wait
I think i'm getting ahead of myself

Still in k-town eatin' whatever the hell on the shelf
With drug headaches no matter [?]
But fuck it love every minute of it
Wouldn't change a manager, producer or a feature from it
Wouldn't never do it how yall previously seen 'em does it
Please give me a TED talk, a topic or a discussion
It's [?] the lyrics cuz it's the only thing thats improving me on production
But all my homies producing so know, i gotta love it

Cut my shit on they know I got that real shit
That 'way too many feels' shit
Yeah my squad dressin' all black, Tommy Lee with the Will Smith
That 'way too many feels' shit
When they cut my shit on they know I got that real shit
Yeah
That, that 'way too many feels' shit
My squad dressin' all black, Tommy Lee and Will Smith
Yeah, go that 'way too many feels' shit