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[Verse 1: Young
F-ck these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I
Ain't scared of of y'all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin Ladie in my 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to heaven
Can't slow down, too much evil in my view
Sometimes you wanna to God, but he can't hear you
And even if you did, this'll probably be his
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 a trap 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 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
Fake 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
Fake motherfuckers

2: Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me runnin' my big mouth
That I could chill here in big penthouse
All up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit 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 Ruth's from here, what the f-ck's wrong wit' you
Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's 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 niggas keys up doors
"Oh, we don't f-ck wit' Young no mo'" Why
The only thing I can figure, he on top

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

(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
motherfuckers envy

(The fame)

3: T.I.]
What up, world? Long time,
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, tryin' to fix it 'fore I'm out of
Don't 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doin' fine
Another year in prison, promise is it for me
make it through the storm, should be makin' history
No feelin' sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever for me
How I did it make 'em hate my spirit, they wish they kill it
And they'll it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin' my head down
"Let's 'im, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!"

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

(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 tempt me
Fake motherfuckers

(The fame)
I wake up and empty
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 on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers

(The fame)