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[Verse 1: Young
F-ck haters, I'd kill 'em all if I could
Ain't of none of y'all, so you know my aim good
bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can't slow down, too much evil in my rear
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he hear you
And if you did, this'll probably be his answer
F-ck you complaining about? It ain't like you got
Do it for my niggas on the that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a nigga's curse
I betcha like the whole world hatin' on you
But what's the holdup? The world waitin' on you

(The fame)
I up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til empty
I'm already on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers

(The fame)
I wake up and feel
Shit make you wanna squeeze your 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't me
motherfuckers envy

[Verse 2: Young
You mean to tell me from runnin' my big
That I chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator'd up, black hardwood
Just to sit around and like it ain't yours
Your conscience feelin' like you done somethin' wrong
But the say motherf-cker, we on
me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth's Chris from here, what the f-ck's wit' you
Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost
Bill Gates state of mind a automatic weapon
You might 'member me from puttin' on for the
Or back when it was on two, goin' for the
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few
Just to show niggas keys up doors
"Oh, we don't f-ck wit' Young no mo'" Why
The only thing I can figure, he on top

(The fame)
I up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til empty
I'm already on the edge, so don't tempt me
motherfuckers envy

(The fame)
I wake up and feel
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't me
motherfuckers envy

(The fame)

3: T.I.]
What up, world? Long time,
Hey,

Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of
Ay, getcha bidne' right, and the hell up out of mind
I'm out my mind, tryin' to fix it I'm out of time
Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm fine
Another year in prison, this is it for me
make it through the storm, should be makin' history
No feelin' sorry for me, keep ya and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make 'em my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they'll take it they can get it
see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my head down
"Let's decapitate 'im, we'll see if he can wear his crown!"

(The fame)
I wake up and empty
Shit make you wanna your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already on the edge, so don't tempt me
motherf-ckers envy

(The fame)
I up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock it's empty
I'm already on the edge, so don't tempt me
motherfuckers envy

(The fame)
I up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock it's empty
I'm standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake envy

(The fame) I wake up and empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't me
Fake motherfuckers

(The fame)