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[Verse 1: Young
F-ck these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I
scared 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 to God, but he can't hear you
And even if you did, this'll probably be his
F-ck you complaining about? It like 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 betcha like the whole world hatin' on you
But the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you

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

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

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from runnin' my big
That I chill here in this big penthouse
All up, black hardwood floors
to sit around and feel like 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 view?
See Ruth's Chris from here, what the f-ck's wit' you
Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost
Bill Gates state of mind wit' a weapon
You might 'member me from on for the city
Or back it was on two, goin' 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 Young no mo'" Why not?
The only thing I can figure, he on top

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

(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? time, huh?
Hey,

Lately, I off and out of sight, seldom 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 me, God got me, bruh, I'm doin' fine
Another year in prison, promise is it for me
Tryna make it 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, wish they could kill it
And they'll it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my down
"Let's decapitate 'im, we'll see if he can wear his crown!"