作曲
S. Carter E. Wilson N. Jones L. Ellis
專輯：美國黑幫啟示錄 (American Gangster)
歌曲：Success
作曲：S. Carter、E. Wilson、N. Jones、L. Ellis
I got these niggas 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 to stress
I guess I blew up quick
cause friends I grew up with
See me as a primi
but I'm not and my nut's 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 extorting
Asking me for a portion
is like asking me for a coffin
Broad daylight
I off ya on switch
Ya not too bright
goodnight long kiss
Bye-bye my reply blah-blah
Blast burner then pass burner
to TyTy
Finish my breakfast why
I got an appettite
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 is 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't bring
half of them shits out
All this ace of spade
I drank just to piss out
I mean I like the taste
could have 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 niggas
OG tell these boys
Y'all ain't got shit
on my nigga
I got watches
I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump
I only slept in it once
Nigga said Hova was over
such dummies
Even if I fell I land
on a bunch of money
Y'all ain't got
nothing for me
Nas let that bitch breathe
Success McLaren women starin'
My villain appearance
Sacred blood of a king
In my vein ain't spillin'
Ghetto Othello Sugar Hill
Romero
Camaro driven
I climax from paper then ask
why is life worth livin'
Is it the hunt for the shit
that you want
To receive is great
but I lust giving
The best jewelers want to
make my things
I make Jacob shit on Lorraine
just to make me a chain
Niggas mention of one love
came home to paper in hand
Ain't got to 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 want to be
my best friends
Best friends want
to 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
about to cash them in
Up your catalogue dog
mines worth too much
Like Mike Jack's ATV Pub
Mottola can't touch
Let this bitch breathe
Let this bitch breathe
