[Movie dialog] "Your success took a shot at you What are you gonna do now? Are you gonna kill it? (Do you think I'm unsuccessful?) Fine! you can be successful in Atlanta Beyond successful to even in France"
[Jay-Z] 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 to 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 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"
[Nas] 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 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 Daz was 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 dawg, mine's worth to much Like Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can't touch Let this bitch breathe