Success Freestyle - DJ J-Ronin, Dj Snips, Royce 5'9

I got these niggas Keno.

Bar Exam 2 baby

Let that bitch breathe

(Armz)

I used to give a fuck

Now I could give a fuck less

What do I think of success?

It sucks

To much sex

My life is a fuck fest

And I ain’t blew up yet

Yet

Let that bitch breathe!

I used to give a shit

Now I could give a shit mo'

Cause I could pull a bitch 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 fags quick as Chris Stokes

Pause

I’m bout doe to my outro

So your ass 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 fucked up spot

Like front seat in the beamer with Suge

Uh

«I wish a nigga would»

Let that bitch breathe

Now peep this

It’s like I need three chicks

One Cup to freak this

Reach this level of speakin'

Or eat shit

Shit

I’ll shit on y’all niggas

Veezy tell 'em

«Man, y’all ain’t got shit on my nigga» (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 bitch 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

Fucker?»

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

Nigga, 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 niggas is mishaps

You wack

I’d rather hear Hugh Heff’s bitch rap

Or Shar

I know what you thinkin'

«He's dissin' Bizarre.»

You over thinkin' it bitch, get in the car

That’s my nigga

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 nigga you know will look him right in his eyes and squeeze?

Obie

Let that bitch breathe