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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
Blowin bin Ladie in my 911
left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can't slow down, too much evil in my view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can't you
And if you did, this'll probably be his answer
F-ck you complaining 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 curse
I feel like 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 your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers

(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
Fake envy

2: Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from runnin' my big
That I could chill in this big penthouse
All up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and like it ain't yours
Your conscience gotcha like you done somethin' wrong
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
at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
Bill state 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
Opened up a few squares, up a few tours
Just to show niggas open up doors
"Oh, we don't f-ck wit' no mo'" Why not?
The thing I can figure, 'cause he on top

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

(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
motherfuckers 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'
year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it the storm, should be makin' history
No feelin' sorry for me, ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it 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 however can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my head
"Let's decapitate 'im, then we'll see if he can his crown!"

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

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

(The fame) I wake up and empty
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)