Success - A Cappella

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

Or,

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

Shit

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

Blah blah

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