success
I got these nikkas breezy, don't worry about it
Let that bytch breathe!
I used to give a fukk, now I give a fukk 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 il-lustrious
My rep is impeccable
I'm not to be fukked with, with shyt
Let that bytch breathe!
I'm way too important to be talking ex-torting
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 bytch breathe!
I used to give a shyt, now I don't give a shyt 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 nikkas acting like bytches with big mouths
All this stress, all I got is this big house
Couple cars, I don't bring half of them shyts 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 shyt on y'all nikkas, OG tell these boys