How bout a friendly game of 9 ball

This happens to be my table

Only by special invitation

Do you play on my table

I invited myself

Oh shit

Easy now

No sense getting all fired up about this now

Fella comes up from the country

Big city starts his blood to boiling

Thinks he can become a big hustler

Make a name for himself

But remember this

You ain't in the country anymore

And don't you ever forget it

[Napoleon Da Legend verse]

Oh yea I would try to make it a scene

My style is opposite of wusah I'm chasing my dreams

My album be laced up with umami famous cuisines

I'm taking it back to Ummah Kamal and Shaheed

Muhammad dealing with pеople often left mе deceived

Reprocity not reciprocal I'm often naive, but I grew passed that

If you wouldn't do it for me?

Why would ask that?

Things you gotta go through to be

Nothing to laugh at

My boys always knew I was ill

Had to embody it

All I needs a beat I could feel so I can body it

Put a nice cover on top of it and polly it

But back to real shit

Don't wanna bombard with the obvious

Last year was a crazy ass year

Half of what I do's to get your lazy ass off of that chair

As my marriage was breaking down was going on tour

All the while releasing albums I was going off shore

Had to move my shit without losing my shit

Had to fuck the stage up without using my dick

Luck can change up fast and it's confusing and shit

Who can blame what?

Refusing to quit still feeling anxious

Control my destiny I don't believe in guardian angels

And if it's beef we can use our fist or pop the bangers

Still ain't letting nothing break me I kept the vision

Success is having good habits in repetition

Man listen... my mom lives far now

As I negotiate a new city without a car now

Using music as a vehicle for me to calm down

Shit's giving me flashbacks of Tragedy and Nas now

Fuck! Hoping I ain't pick the wrong town

Gotta run the right play

It's third and long down

And I'm Doug Williams at the Super Bowl

A super hero flying above buildings it's not a movie though

Them niggas stupid to think

That I'll ever run out of heat

Them jealous punks stupid thinking they'll get some out of me

No can do ya credit is bad

You getting cussed out like when the song edit is bad

Capitalism programmed me

To get to the bag

Had to relearn and purge philosophies that's setting us back

Trynna get out of my pessimist bag

And find the joy again

Spread my wings and fly like a butterfly

That was born again

Baz almost died it made me look at life differently

Got myself a new girl

Booked a flight to Italy

Some thought that I would fall off I took it quite literally

Fake friends got cut off

I took like an epiphany

Treat my life like chapters of a book

I'm writing symphonies

Making sure that my name go down in infamy

Feels like everyday they adding insult to injury

Watch out for payoff

Karma involved in symmetry

Them dudes working for the devil and it's been known

Put a shovel in em Napoleon level been grown

Bring fire and brimstone

Like the last day of judgment

They all a getting exposed see them cats been bluffing

I built my own shit was never asking em for nothing

I was waiting patiently while my drafts was in the oven

And now I'm flash flooding like tsunamis on they ass

While they stay forcing shit

Like Bronny in the draft

Catch me in some random spots

You can find me in the back

Never on sleep on an insomniac

Catch homi's when I rap

Fuck around I put an army in a pack

Want mercy I suggest you speak calmly when you ask

Smooth criminal nigga I move minimal

But all my moves be looking like they was 10 of you

20 deep even I roll dolo

I seep culture nigga this pro-bono

Catch what I did on the replay slow-mo

All cash I ain't owing any label no dough

Going at the Pharo is a no no

Diss at your own risk

I'm a charge your label head for promo

Eat your whole advance up ya A&R mad

Now you spilling your guts like AR to ya abs

And it's no cap

Read the signs like a zodiac

My product always good money like where the dough be at

But you already knew that