| Your success took a shot at you | |
| What are you gonna do now? | |
| Are you gonna kill it? | |
| You gonna become unsuccessful? | |
| Frank, you can be successful and have enemies | |
| Or be unsuccessful too and you can have friends | |
| I got these niggas | |
| Breezy, don't worry about it | |
| Let that bitch breathe | |
| I use to give a ****, now | |
| I give a **** less | |
| What do I think of success? | |
| It sucksToo 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't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious | |
| My rep is impeccable, | |
| I'm not to be ****ed with | |
| With, shit, let that bitch breathe | |
| I'm way to important to be talking about extorting | |
| Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin | |
| Broad daylight | |
| I'll off your on switch | |
| You're not to bright, goodnight long kiss | |
| Bye bye my reply, blah, blah | |
| Blast burner then pass burner to | |
| Tye-TyeFinish my breakfast, why? | |
| I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry | |
| Now where was | |
| I? Let that bitch breathe | |
| I use to give a shit, now | |
| I don't give a shit more | |
| Truth be told | |
| I had more fun when | |
| I was piss poor | |
| I'm pissed off and this success song is about | |
| A bunch a niggas acting like bitches with big mouths | |
| All this stress, all | |
| I got is this big house | |
| Couple of cars, | |
| I don't bring half of them shits out | |
| All of this ace of spade, | |
| I drank just to piss out | |
| I mean I like the taste coulda saved myself 6 hours | |
| How many times can | |
| I go to Mr. | |
| Childs, Taos | |
| Mobu?Hold up, lemme move my bowls | |
| 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 | |
| You ain't got nothing for me, | |
| Nas, let that bitch breathe"Success, McLaren, women staringMy villain appearance sacred blood of a kingAnd my vein ain't spillingGhetto Othello, Sugar Hill RomelloCamaro driven, I climax from paperAnd ask why is life worth livingIs it to hunt for the shit that you want?To receive's great but I lust givingThe best jewelers wanna make my thingsI make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chainNiggas mention the one love came home with the paper in handThey gotta brag about the Feds young manOld cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monumentsGoogle Earth Nas, I got flats in other continentsWorst enemies wanna be my best friendsBest friends wanna be enemies like Daz was inBut I don't give a ****, walk inside the lion's denTake everybody’s chips, about to cash them inUp your catalog dawg, mine's worth to muchLike Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can't touchLet this bitch breatheLet this bitch breathe |
| Your success took a shot at you | |
| What are you gonna do now? | |
| Are you gonna kill it? | |
| You gonna become unsuccessful? | |
| Frank, you can be successful and have enemies | |
| Or be unsuccessful too and you can have friends | |
| I got these niggas | |
| Breezy, don' t worry about it | |
| Let that bitch breathe | |
| I use to give a , now | |
| I give a less | |
| What do I think of success? | |
| It sucksToo 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' t know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious | |
| My rep is impeccable, | |
| I' m not to be ed with | |
| With, shit, let that bitch breathe | |
| I' m way to important to be talking about extorting | |
| Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin | |
| Broad daylight | |
| I' ll off your on switch | |
| You' re not to bright, goodnight long kiss | |
| Bye bye my reply, blah, blah | |
| Blast burner then pass burner to | |
| TyeTyeFinish my breakfast, why? | |
| I got an appetite for destruction and you' re a small fry | |
| Now where was | |
| I? Let that bitch breathe | |
| I use to give a shit, now | |
| I don' t give a shit more | |
| Truth be told | |
| I had more fun when | |
| I was piss poor | |
| I' m pissed off and this success song is about | |
| A bunch a niggas acting like bitches with big mouths | |
| All this stress, all | |
| I got is this big house | |
| Couple of cars, | |
| I don' t bring half of them shits out | |
| All of this ace of spade, | |
| I drank just to piss out | |
| I mean I like the taste coulda saved myself 6 hours | |
| How many times can | |
| I go to Mr. | |
| Childs, Taos | |
| Mobu? Hold up, lemme move my bowls | |
| 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 | |
| You ain' t got nothing for me, | |
| Nas, let that bitch breathe" Success, McLaren, women staringMy villain appearance sacred blood of a kingAnd my vein ain' t spillingGhetto Othello, Sugar Hill RomelloCamaro driven, I climax from paperAnd ask why is life worth livingIs it to hunt for the shit that you want? To receive' s great but I lust givingThe best jewelers wanna make my thingsI make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chainNiggas mention the one love came home with the paper in handThey gotta brag about the Feds young manOld cribs I sold, y' all drive by like monumentsGoogle Earth Nas, I got flats in other continentsWorst enemies wanna be my best friendsBest friends wanna be enemies like Daz was inBut I don' t give a , walk inside the lion' s denTake everybody' s chips, about to cash them inUp your catalog dawg, mine' s worth to muchLike Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can' t touchLet this bitch breatheLet this bitch breathe |
| Your success took a shot at you | |
| What are you gonna do now? | |
| Are you gonna kill it? | |
| You gonna become unsuccessful? | |
| Frank, you can be successful and have enemies | |
| Or be unsuccessful too and you can have friends | |
| I got these niggas | |
| Breezy, don' t worry about it | |
| Let that bitch breathe | |
| I use to give a , now | |
| I give a less | |
| What do I think of success? | |
| It sucksToo 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' t know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious | |
| My rep is impeccable, | |
| I' m not to be ed with | |
| With, shit, let that bitch breathe | |
| I' m way to important to be talking about extorting | |
| Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin | |
| Broad daylight | |
| I' ll off your on switch | |
| You' re not to bright, goodnight long kiss | |
| Bye bye my reply, blah, blah | |
| Blast burner then pass burner to | |
| TyeTyeFinish my breakfast, why? | |
| I got an appetite for destruction and you' re a small fry | |
| Now where was | |
| I? Let that bitch breathe | |
| I use to give a shit, now | |
| I don' t give a shit more | |
| Truth be told | |
| I had more fun when | |
| I was piss poor | |
| I' m pissed off and this success song is about | |
| A bunch a niggas acting like bitches with big mouths | |
| All this stress, all | |
| I got is this big house | |
| Couple of cars, | |
| I don' t bring half of them shits out | |
| All of this ace of spade, | |
| I drank just to piss out | |
| I mean I like the taste coulda saved myself 6 hours | |
| How many times can | |
| I go to Mr. | |
| Childs, Taos | |
| Mobu? Hold up, lemme move my bowls | |
| 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 | |
| You ain' t got nothing for me, | |
| Nas, let that bitch breathe" Success, McLaren, women staringMy villain appearance sacred blood of a kingAnd my vein ain' t spillingGhetto Othello, Sugar Hill RomelloCamaro driven, I climax from paperAnd ask why is life worth livingIs it to hunt for the shit that you want? To receive' s great but I lust givingThe best jewelers wanna make my thingsI make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chainNiggas mention the one love came home with the paper in handThey gotta brag about the Feds young manOld cribs I sold, y' all drive by like monumentsGoogle Earth Nas, I got flats in other continentsWorst enemies wanna be my best friendsBest friends wanna be enemies like Daz was inBut I don' t give a , walk inside the lion' s denTake everybody' s chips, about to cash them inUp your catalog dawg, mine' s worth to muchLike Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can' t touchLet this bitch breatheLet this bitch breathe |
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