Your Success took a shot at you
What are you going to do now?
How are you gonna kill it?
You gonna become unsuccessful?
Frank, you can be successful and have enemies
Be unsuccessful too and you can have friends
I got these niggas breezy, don't worry about it.
Let that bitch breath,
I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less.
What do I think of success
It sucks, too much stress
I guess I blew up quick, cause friends I grew up with
See me as a pre-me but I'm not and my nuts big
I don' know what the fuss is
My cribs illustrious
My rep is impeccable
I'm not to be fucked with
Let that bitch breath
I'm way to important to be talking about extortion'
Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin
Broad day light I off your on switch
Ya not too bright, goodnight, long kiss
Bye, bye my reply
Blast burning and pass burner the ta ta
Finish my breakfast, why?
I got an appetite for destruction and your a small fry
Now where was I?
Let that bitch breathe
I used to give a shit, now I don give a shit more
Truth be told, I had more fun when I was piss poor
I'm pissed off
This what success all about?
A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths
All this stress, all I got is this big house
Couple cars I don bring half them shits out
All of this ace of spade I drank just to piss out
I mean I like the taste could of saved myself 6 hours
How many times can I go to Mr. Childs, towels no booth
Hold up, lemme move my bouwls
I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys
(Ya ain't about to shit on my nigga)
I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump; I only slept in once
Niggas said Hova was ova, such dummies
Even If I fell I'll land on a bunch of money
Ya ain't got nothing for me
"Nas; let that bitch breathe"
Success, McLaren, women staring
My villain appearance sacred blood of a king
and my vein ain't spilling
Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello
Camaro driven, I climax from paper
and ask why is life worth living?
Is it to hunt for the shit that you want?
To receives great, but I lust giving
The best jewelers wanna make my things
I make Jacob shit on the range just to make me a chain
Niggas mention the one love
Came home with the paper in hand
They gotta brag about the FEDS young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents
Worst enemies wanna be my best friends
Best friends wanna be enemies like thats whats in
But I don't give a fuck walk inside the lions den
Take everybody?s chips, about to cash them in
Up your catalog dog, mine's worth to much
Like Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can't touch
Let this bitch breathe
Let this bitch breathe
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