F.A.M.E.

Fuck these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I could
 Ain't scared of none of y'all, so you know my aim good
 Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
 Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
 Can't slow down, too much evil in my rear view
 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 'plainin' 'bout? 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 betcha feel like the whole world hatin' on you
 But what's the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you
 (The fame...)
 I wake up and feel empty
 Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
 I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
 Fake motherfuckers envy
 (The fame...)
 I wake up and feel empty
 Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
 I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
 Fake motherfuckers envy
 You mean to tell me from runnin' my big mouth
 That I could chill here in this big penthouse
 All elevator'd up, black hardwood floors
 Just to sit around and feel like it ain't yours
 Your conscience gotcha feelin' like you done somethin' wrong
 But the flatscreen say motherfucker, we on
 Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
 See Ruth's Chris from here, what the fuck's wrong wit' you
 Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
 Bill Gates state of mind wit' a automatic weapon
 You might 'member me from puttin' on for the city
 Or back when it was on two, goin' for the fitty
 Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
 Just to show niggas keys open up doors
 "Oh, we don't fuck wit' Young no mo'" Why not?
 The only thing I can figure, 'cause he on top
 (The fame...)
 I wake up and feel empty
 Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
 I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
 Fake motherfuckers envy
 (The fame...)
 I wake up and feel empty
 Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
 I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
 Fake motherfuckers envy
 (The fame...)
 What up, world? Long time, huh?
 Hey, look
 Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
 Ay, getcha bidne' right, and stay the hell up out of mind
 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 'im, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!"
 (The fame...)
 I wake up and feel empty
 Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
 I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
 Fake motherfuckers envy
 (The fame...)
 I wake up and feel empty
 Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
 I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
 Fake motherfuckers envy
 (The fame...)
 I wake up and feel empty
 Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
 I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
 Fake motherfuckers envy
 (The fame...)
 I wake up and feel empty
 Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
 I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
 Fake motherfuckers envy
 (The fame...)