Success Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay-z

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 

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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 

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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