Jay-z Success Lyrics

Success Lyrics

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