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[Verse 1: Young
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 view
Sometimes you scream to God, but he can't hear you
And even if you did, probably be his answer
you complaining about? It ain't like you got cancer
Do it for my on the block that got it worse
First the love, the hate, that just a trap nigga's curse
I betcha feel like the whole world on you
But the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you

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

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

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

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

(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 don't me
motherfuckers envy

(The fame)

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

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

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

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

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

(The fame)