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[Verse 1: Young
F-ck these haters, I'd 'em all if I could
scared of none 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
Sometimes you scream to God, but he can't hear you
And if you did, this'll 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, then the hate, that just a nigga's curse
I betcha feel the whole world hatin' on you
But the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you

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

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

[Verse 2: Young
You to tell me from runnin' my big mouth
That I could chill in this big penthouse
All elevator'd up, black floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain't
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 f-ck's wrong you
Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost
Bill Gates state of mind a automatic weapon
You might 'member me from on for the city
Or back when it was on two, for the fitty
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few
to show niggas keys open up doors
"Oh, we f-ck wit' Young no mo'" Why not?
The thing I can figure, 'cause he on top

(The fame)
I wake up and feel
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's
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 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 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
year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, be makin' history
No sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever for me
How I did it make 'em hate my spirit, they wish could kill it
And they'll take it however can get it
Wanna see me misery, walkin' wit' my head down
"Let's 'im, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!"