[Movie dialog]
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"Your success took a shot at you
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What are you gonna do now? How Are you gonna kill it?
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(Are You Gonna Make Em unsuccessful?)
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Fine! you can be successful in Atlanta
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Beyond successful to even in France"
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[Jay-Z]
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I got these niggas breezy, don't worry about it
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Let that bitch breathe
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I use to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
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What do I think of success?... it sucks
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to much stress I guess I blew up quick
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'Cause friends I grew up with
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See me as a pre'me but I'm not and my nuts big
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I don't know what the fuss Is, my career is illustrious
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My rep is impeccable; I'm not to be fucked with
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with, shit, let that bitch breathe
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I'm way to important to be talking about extorting
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Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin
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Broad daylight I'll off your on switch
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You’re not to bright, goodnight long kiss
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bye bye my reply... BLAH, BLAH
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Blast burner then pass burner to Tye-Tye
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Finish my breakfast, why?
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I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry
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Now where was I?
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Let that bitch breathe
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I use to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more
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Truth be told I had more fun when I was piss poor
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I'm pissed off, and this success is all about
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a bunch a niggas acting like bitches with big mouths
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All this stress, all I got is this big house
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Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them shits out
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All of this ace of spade I drank just to piss out
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I mean I like the taste coulda saved myself 6 hours
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How many times can I go to Mr. Chows, taos mobu
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Hold up, lemme move my bowls
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I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys
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(Ya ain't got shit on my nigga)
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I got watches I ain't seen in months
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Apartment at the Trump; I only slept in once
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Niggas said Hova was ova, such dummies
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Even If I fell I'll land on a bunch of money
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Ya ain't got nothing for me
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"Nas; let that bitch breathe"
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[Nas]
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Success, McLaren, women staring
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My villain appearance sacred blood of a king
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and my vein ain't spilling
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Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello
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Camaro driven, I climax from paper
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and ask why is life worth living?
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Is it to hunt for the shit that you want?
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To receive's great, but I lust giving
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The best jewelers wanna make my things
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I make Jacob shit on the range just to make me a chain
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Niggas mention the one love
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Came home with the paper in hand
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Aint gotta brag about the FEDS young man
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Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
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Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents
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Worst enemies wanna be my best friends
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Best friends wanna be enemies like Dats wats in
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But I don't give a fuck walk inside the lions den
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Take everybody’s chips, about to cash them in
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Up your catalog dawg, mine's worth to much
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Like Mike Jacks ATV part, Mottola can't touch
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Let this bitch breathe
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[Jay-Z & Nas]
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Let this bitch breathe
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Success
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| Jay-Z |
