F.a.m.e. Lyrics - Tm 103 Hustlerz Ambition - Young Jeezy

F-ck 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 

F-ck 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 

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(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 motherf-ckers 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 

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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 motherf-cker, we on 

Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view? 

See Ruth's Chris from here, what the f-ck'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 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 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 motherf-ckers 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...)