Jay-z - Success lyrics

Your Success took a shot at you What are you going to do now? How are you gonna k** 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 n***as breezy, don't worry about it. Let that b**h breath, I used to give a f**, now I give a f** less. What do I think of success It s**s, 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 f**ed with sh** Let that b**h 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 Blah blah Blast burning and pa** 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 b**h breathe I used to give a sh**, now I don give a sh** 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 n***as acting like b**hes with big mouths All this stress, all I got is this big house Couple cars I don bring half them sh**s 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 sh** on y'all n***as, OG tell these boys (Ya ain't about to sh** on my n***a) I got watches I ain't seen in months Apartment at the Trump; I only slept in once n***as 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 b**h 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 sh** that you want? To receives great, but I lust giving The best j**elers wanna make my things I make Jacob sh** on the range just to make me a chain n***as 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 f** 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 b**h breathe Let this b**h breathe