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[Verse 1: Young
these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I could
Ain't scared of none of y'all, so you know my aim
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 can't you
And even if you did, this'll probably be his
F-ck you complaining about? It ain't you got cancer
Do it for my niggas on the block that got it
First the love, then the hate, that just a nigga's curse
I feel like the whole world hatin' on you
But what's the holdup? The whole waitin' on you

(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 tempt me
motherf-ckers envy

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

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
You mean to tell me runnin' my big mouth
That I could here in this big penthouse
All elevator'd up, black hardwood
to sit around and feel like it ain't yours
Your conscience gotcha feelin' you done somethin' wrong
But the say motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see view?
See Chris from here, what the f-ck's wrong wit' you
at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind a automatic weapon
You might me from puttin' on for the city
Or back when it was on two, for the fitty
up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show 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 up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't me
motherfuckers envy

(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 tempt me
Fake envy

(The fame)

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

Lately, I been off and out of sight, out of mind
Ay, getcha right, and stay the hell up out of mind
I'm out my mind, tryin' to fix it 'fore I'm out of
Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm fine
year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna it through the storm, should be makin' history
No sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it 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, wit' my head down
"Let's decapitate 'im, then see if he can wear his crown!"

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

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

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

(The fame)