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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
bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to heaven
Can't slow down, too much evil in my view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he 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 got it worse
the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga's 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 squeeze your Glock 'til it's
I'm standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
motherf-ckers 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

[Verse 2: Young
You mean to me from runnin' my big mouth
That I chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator'd up, hardwood floors
Just to sit and feel like it ain't yours
Your conscience gotcha feelin' like you done wrong
But the say motherf-cker, we on
me, nigga, do you see this 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 wit' a automatic weapon
You might 'member me 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 niggas keys open 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
make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't me
Fake motherfuckers

(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
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, getcha bidne' right, and the hell up out of mind
I'm out my mind, to fix it 'fore I'm out of time
worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doin' fine
Another year in prison, promise is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be history
No feelin' sorry for me, ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, meant for me
How I did it make 'em hate my spirit, they they could kill it
And they'll take it they 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 up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's
I'm already on the edge, so don't tempt me
motherf-ckers envy

(The fame)
I wake up and feel
Shit make you wanna 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 standin' on the edge, so don't me
Fake motherfuckers

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

(The fame)