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 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'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 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-Tye   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 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 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 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   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 Daz was in      But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den   Take everybody?s chips, about to cash them in   Up your catalog dawg, mine's worth to much   Like Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can't touch   Let this bitch breathe      Let this bitch breathe