Cold Success (produced by 9th Wonder) - Jay-Z/Coldplay (酷玩乐队)/Mick Boogie

I got these n***a breezy

Don't worry about it

That I'm mean it lost

Let that b***h breathe

That I need

I used to give a f**k

Now I give a f**k less

What do I think of success

It s*cks 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's elustrous

My rep is impecable I'm not to be f**ked with

With s**t let that b***h breathe

I'm way to important

To be talkin' 'bout extortin

Askin' me for a portion

Is like askin' for a coffin

Broad daylight I'll off your on switch

Your not to bright

Goodnight long kiss

Bye bye my reply blah blah

Blast burnin' and past burnin the ta ta

Finish my breakfast why

I got a appetite for destruction

And your the small fry

Now where was I

Let that b***h breathe

I used to give a s**t

Now I don't give a s**t more

Truthe be told I had more fun when

I was piss poor

Pissed off this is what success all about

A bunch of n***a

Actin' like b***hes runnin' they mouth

All this stress all I got is this big house

Couple cars I don't bring half of them s**ts out

All this ace of spade I drank just to piss out

Mean I don't like the taste

Could've saved myself six hours

How many times can I go

To Mr Chao's

Tao's no move

Hold up

Lemme move my bowels

I s**t on ya'll n***a OG

Tell these boys

You ain't got s**t on my n**ga

I got watches I ain't seen in months

Apartment at the trump

I only slipped in once

N***a said Hova was over

Such dummies even if I fell

I land on a bunch of money

You ain't got nothin' for me Nas

Let that b***h breather breather breather breather

Success Mclaren women starin

My villain appearance

Sacred blood of a king in my veins ain't spillin'

Ghetto Othello sugar hero mellow Camaro driven

A climax from paper then ask

Why is life worth livin'

Is it the hunt for the s**t that you want

To recieve is great

But I loves givin'

The best jewelers wanna make my things

I make Jacob s**t on the range

Just to make me a chain

N***a b***hin' but one love

Can't hold the paper in hand

They gotta brag about the feds young man

Old cribs I sold ya'll drive by like monuments

Google earth Nas got flats in other continents

Worst enemies wanna be my best friends

Best friends wanna be enemies

Like thats what's in

But I don't give a f**k

Walk inside the lions den

Take everybody's chips

'Bout to cash them in

Up your catalogue dog

Mines worth too much

Like Mike Jacks ATV park

Matolla can't touch

Let this b***h breathe

Let this b***h