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[Verse 1: Jeezy]
these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I could
Ain't scared of of y'all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to 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 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, that just a trap nigga's
I feel like the whole world hatin' on you
But the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you

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

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

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

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

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

(The fame)

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

Lately, I been off and out of sight, out of mind
Ay, bidne' right, and stay 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 doin'
Another year in prison, promise is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin'
No feelin' sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya
Good or bad, it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make 'em my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they'll it however they can get it
Wanna see me misery, walkin' wit' my head down
"Let's decapitate 'im, we'll see if he can wear his crown!"