Young Jeezy - Fame Lyrics
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League...)[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]F-ck these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I couldAin't scared of none of y'all, so you know my aim goodBlowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heavenCan't slow down, too much evil in my rear viewSometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can't hear youAnd even if you did, this'll probably be disasterF-ck you 'plainin' 'bout? It ain't like you got cancerDo it for my niggas on the block that got it worseFirst the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga's curseI betcha feel like the whole world hatin' on youBut what's the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you(The fame...)I wake up and feel emptyShit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's emptyI'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt meFake motherf-ckers envy(The fame...)I wake up and feel emptyShit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's emptyI'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt meFake mother*****ers envy[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]You mean to tell me from runnin' my big mouthThat I could chill here in this big penthouseAll elevator'd up, black hardwood floorsJust to sit around and feel like it ain't yoursYour conscience gotcha feelin' like you done somethin' wrongBut the flatscreen say motherf-cker, we onPardon me, nigga, do you see this view?See Ruth's Chris from here, what the f-ck's wrong wit' youLookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost sevenBill Gates state of mind wit' a automatic weaponYou might 'member from puttin' on for the cityOr back when it was on two, goin' for the fittyOpened up a few squares, opened up a few toursJust to show niggas keys open up doors"Oh, we don't f-ck wit' Young no mo'" Why not?The only thing I can figure, 'cause he on top(The fame...)I wake up and feel emptyShit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's emptyI'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt meFake mother*****ers envy(The fame...)I wake up and feel emptyShit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's emptyI'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt meFake mother*****ers envy(The fame...)[Verse 3: T.I.]What up, world? Long time, huh?Hey, lookLately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mindAy, getcha bidne' right, and stay the hell up out of mindI'm out my mind, tryin' to fix it 'fore I'm out of timeDon't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doin' fineAnother year in prison, promise this is it for meTryna make it through the storm, should be makin' historyNo feelin' sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathyGood or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for meHow I did it make 'em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill itAnd they'll take it however they can get itWanna see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my head down"Let's decapitate 'I'm, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!"(The fame...)I wake up and feel emptyShit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's emptyI'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt meFake motherf-ckers envy(The fame...)I wake up and feel emptyShit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's emptyI'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt meFake mother*****ers envy(The fame...)I wake up and feel emptyShit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's emptyI'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt meFake mother*****ers envy(The fame...) I wake up and feel emptyShit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's emptyI'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt meFake mother*****ers envy(The fame...)
