Royce Da 5'9" - Success Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] I got these n***as Keno. Bar Exam 2 baby Let that b**h breathe (Armz) [Verse One] I used to give a f** Now I could give a f** less What do I think of success? It s**s To much s** My life is a f** fest And I ain't blew up yet Yet Let that b**h breathe! I used to give a sh** Now I could give a sh** mo' Cause I could pull a b**h mo' Spit Cris, get a clique Christmas, trick doe Went from livin' piss po' to livin' like I'm Rich Po The clip explodes Extended clip looks like it floats It sparks, get smart before it smokes Get close and get you a slit throat A long kiss You get you a mistletoe On it's toe tag Touch you f*gs quick as Chris Stokes Pause I'm bout doe to my outro So your a** gonna bounce that check your mouth wrote Ha, like you need Beef I do you like I do these beats Then instigate it like I'm QDIII I've been the greatest, I'm just seein' what's good I put you in a f**ed up spot Like front seat in the beamer with Suge Uh "I wish a n***a would" Let that b**h breathe [Verse Two] Now peep this It's like I need three chicks One Cup to freak this Reach this level of speakin' Or eat sh** sh** I'll sh** on y'all n***as Veezy tell 'em "Man, y'all ain't got sh** on my n***a" (Whow!) I need a whole new world to fit my big shoes in And you can have an accident while I'm out with my b**h cruisin' Slip and bump your head on the bullet Your clique's losin' I'll give you +99 Problems+ but I ain't Rick Rubin It's Nickel you bluffin' You in a pickle, kickin' the bucket I'm pullin' strings like I'm liftin' a puppet Ass buster And I Remain Raw, you can ask Busta Ask Ras, "Is 5'9" a bad mother f**er?" As far as beef, put it all to sleep Til I'm at peace like I'm the soul of Chad Butler R.I.P n***a, your fans love ya As far as I am concerned, you was the last of ya Back to my guns Get clapped by my guns You act like you want it until they ringin' as loud as a bad muffler You celebrity raps n***as is mishaps You wack I'd rather hear Hugh Heff's b**h rap Or Shar I know what you thinkin' "He's dissin' Bizarre." You over thinkin' it b**h, get in the car That's my n***a We'll run a trizzy on you then play you to the left Like when Jimmy Hendrix flipped the guitar Owww Ride with me, who live as me? What n***a you know will look him right in his eyes and squeeze? Obie Let that b**h breathe