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[Verse 1: Young
F-ck haters, I'd kill 'em all if I could
Ain't scared of none of y'all, so you my aim good
Blowin bin in my Porsche 911
left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can't slow down, too evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can't you
And even if you did, probably be his answer
F-ck you complaining about? It ain't you got cancer
Do it for my on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that a trap nigga's curse
I betcha like the whole world hatin' on you
But what's the holdup? The 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
motherf-ckers envy

(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
Fake envy

[Verse 2: Young
You mean to tell me from runnin' my big
That I could chill here in big penthouse
All elevator'd up, black hardwood
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
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this
See Ruth's Chris from here, what the f-ck's wit' you
at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind wit' a automatic
You might 'member me from puttin' on for the
Or back it was on two, goin' for the fitty
up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to niggas keys open up doors
"Oh, we don't wit' Young no mo'" Why not?
The only I can figure, 'cause he on top

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

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

(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, to fix it 'fore I'm out of time
Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doin'
Another in prison, promise this is it for me
make it through the storm, should 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 they could it
And they'll it however they 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!"