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[Verse 1: Jeezy]
F-ck these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I
Ain't scared of of y'all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin in my Porsche 911
Just Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can't slow down, too much evil in my rear
you wanna scream to God, but he can't hear you
And even if you did, this'll probably be his
F-ck you about? It ain't like you got cancer
Do it for my on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, just a trap nigga's curse
I betcha like the whole world hatin' on you
But what's the The whole world waitin' on you

(The fame)
I up and feel empty
Shit you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers

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

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

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

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

(The fame)

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

Lately, I been off and out of sight, out of mind
Ay, getcha bidne' right, and stay the hell up out of
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, promise is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be history
No feelin' sorry for me, ya pity and ya sympathy
or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it 'em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they'll take it they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin' my head down
"Let's 'im, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!"