Success (feat. Nas)

"Your success took a shot at you, what are you going to do now?

How are you gonna kill it? You're gonna become unsuccessful?

Frank, you can be successful and have enemies, uh?

Be unsuccessful, too, and even have friends"

I got these ****, Breezy, don't worry about it

Let that bitch breathe

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 premie, 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 fucked with, with

Shit, let that bitch breathe

I'm way too important to be talking about extortin'

Asking me for a portion's like asking for a coffin

Broad daylight I'll off your on-switch

You're not too bright, goodnight, long kiss

Bye bye, my reply, "Blah, blah"

Blast burner, then pass burner to Ty-Ty

Finish my breakfast, why?

I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry

Now where was I?

Let that bitch breathe

I used 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 what success is all about?

A bunch of **** 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 drink just to piss out

I mean, I like the taste, could've saved myself six hours

How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu?

Hold up, let me move my bowels

I'll shit on y'all ****, OG, tell these boys

(Y'all ain't got shit on my ****, aoww)

I got watches I ain't seen in months

Apartment at the Trump I only slept in once

**** said Hova was over, 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 starin'

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

Then ask, "Why is life worth living?"

Is it to hunt for the shit that you want?

To receive's great, but I lust giving

The best jewelers wanna make my things

I make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chain

**** mentioned on One Love

Came home to paper in hand

Ain't 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 that's what's in

But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den

Take everybody's chips, 'bout to cash them in

Up your catalog, dog, mine's worth too much

Like Mike Jack's ATV pub, Mottola can't touch

Let this bitch breathe

Let this bitch breathe