nick xl - success lyrics
these b+tches won’t get the best of me
burger boy and im crafting a brand new recipe
the day im takin sh+t from these idiots is the death of me
thought i could make friends, guess my innocence got the best of me
but sh+t when i get signed it’s gon be really done
first check, ima crash the whip, then make a hit and run
and i ain’t one to snitch, yo, when the gavel drops im zipped shut
you b+tches on the fence like barbed wire getting split guts
i can shift the sp+ce soon as im skipping on the keys
you f+ckers quick to get de+faced if you gon cl!ck and give me 3’s
and b+tch, we got a different pace, im gon’ be sipping, getting breezed
when you’re still tripping in the race, i got my place, im sayin “cheese”
or at least thats what i hope or what i think
i say this sh+t so much that now it barely sounds like me
guess im finally sick of rapping like im someone proud to be
im afraid if i lose focus, they gon notice lack of steam
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so what the f+ck you gonna do about it?
sh+t, i know what h+ll’s like, i been through and out it
and i learned my own strength, id be through without it
tricky thing about success is there are few around it
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and i hate it when i say it, man this sh+t is hard to digest
i ain’t one to fake it, i can feel it inside my chest
i ain’t one to lie to myself when it gets grey
ill finally have a reason to sing in a fresh grave
hope they dont notice im just sayin sh+t in different ways
it’s lately hard to differentiate ‘tween different days
i think my family thought this rapper sh+t’s a silly phase
but its all i f+ckin got to help refrain these fits of rage
im aware that ive fully become the rapper guy
that whips a quick 16 up just to get it passed aside
im watchin friends become adults and really hone their craft
and im still getting mixes for sh+tty little braggadocio raps
ive come to the conclusion i really can’t get no better
so now im remixing hits and just hoping the sh+t ain’t lesser
this sh+t has been a gift and curse from the very start
can write a 32, might be fun but ain’t really art
i could bet on myself but that sh+t just ain’t really smart
attempted to chase my dream and i disembodied it’s heart
i try to claim im excelling by fakin this excess
but really im in the dark tryna fake the bass in my chest
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