Jeezy, T.I. - F.A.M.E. lyrics

Fuck these haters
I’d kill them all if I could
Ain't scared of none of y’all
So you know my aim good
Blowing bin Laden in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero
On my way to kush heaven
Can’t slow down, too much evil in my rearview
Sometimes you wanna scream to God
But he can’t hear you and even if you did
This’ll probably be his answer:
"Fuck you ‘plaining about? It ain’t
Like you got cancer"
Do it for my niggas on the
Block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate
That just a trap nigga’s curse
I bet you feel like the
Whole world hating on you
But what’s the hold up? The
Whole world waiting on you

(The fame) i wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze
Your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge
So don’t tempt me fake motherfuckers envy

You mean to tell me from running my big mouth
That I could chill here
In this big penthouse?
All elevatored up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel
Like it ain’t yours
Your conscience got you feeling like
You done something wrong
But the flatscreen saying motherfucker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth’s Chris from here
What the fuck’s wrong with you?
Looking at my Rollie, yeah, it’s almost 7
Bill Gates state of mind
With an automatic weapon
You might remember from putting
On for the city
Or back when it was on 2, going for the 50
Opened up a few squares
Opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
"Oh, we don’t fuck with Young
No more" Why not?
The only thing I can figure
Because he on top

(The fame) i wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze
Your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge
So don’t tempt me fake motherfuckers envy

Lately, I been often out of sight
Seldom out of mind ay, getcha bidne’ right
And stay the hell up out of mine
I’m out my mind
Tryin’ to fix it ‘fore I’m out of time
Don’t worry ’bout me, God got me, bruh
I’m doin’ fine another year in prison
Promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm
Should be makin’ history
No feelin’ sorry for me
Keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man
Whatever meant for me
How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit
They wish they could kill it
And they’ll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery
Walkin’ wit’ my head down
"Let’s decapitate him
Then we’ll see if he can wear his crown"

(The fame) i wake up and feel empty
Shit make you want to squeeze
Your Glock until it’s empty
I’m already standing on the edge
So don’t tempt me fake motherfuckers envy