JAY-Z, Nas - Success lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[JAY-Z, Nas - Success lyrics]
"Your success took a shot at you what are
You going to do now? How are you
Gonna kill it? You're gonna
Become unsuccessful? Frank
You can be successful and have enemies, uh?
Be unsuccessful too, and even have friends"
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 stress i guess I blew up quick
'Cause friends I grew up with
See me as a premie, 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 too important to
Be talking about extorting
Asking me for a portion's like
Asking for a coffin
Broad daylight I'll off your on-switch
You're not too bright, goodnight, long kiss
Bye bye, my reply "BLAH, BLAH"
Blast burner, then pass burner to Ty Ty
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 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
And this what success is all about?
A bunch of 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 shit's out
All of this Ace of Spade I
Drink just to piss out
I mean, I like the taste
Could've saved myself 6 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, aoww)
I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump I only slept in once
Niggas said Hova was over, such dummies
Even if I fell I'll land on a bunch of money
Y'all 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
Then 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 mentioned on One Love
Came home to the paper in hand
Ain't 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 that's what's in
But I don't give a fuck
Walk inside the lion's den
Take everybody's chips, 'bout to cash them in
Up your catalog, dog, mine's worth too much
Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can't touch
Let this bitch breathe! (Ha heh)
Let this bitch breathe!
You going to do now? How are you
Gonna kill it? You're gonna
Become unsuccessful? Frank
You can be successful and have enemies, uh?
Be unsuccessful too, and even have friends"
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 stress i guess I blew up quick
'Cause friends I grew up with
See me as a premie, 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 too important to
Be talking about extorting
Asking me for a portion's like
Asking for a coffin
Broad daylight I'll off your on-switch
You're not too bright, goodnight, long kiss
Bye bye, my reply "BLAH, BLAH"
Blast burner, then pass burner to Ty Ty
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 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
And this what success is all about?
A bunch of 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 shit's out
All of this Ace of Spade I
Drink just to piss out
I mean, I like the taste
Could've saved myself 6 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, aoww)
I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump I only slept in once
Niggas said Hova was over, such dummies
Even if I fell I'll land on a bunch of money
Y'all 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
Then 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 mentioned on One Love
Came home to the paper in hand
Ain't 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 that's what's in
But I don't give a fuck
Walk inside the lion's den
Take everybody's chips, 'bout to cash them in
Up your catalog, dog, mine's worth too much
Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can't touch
Let this bitch breathe! (Ha heh)
Let this bitch breathe!