YOUNG JEEZY - F.A.M.E. lyrics
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<i>(Feat. T.I.)</i>
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League…) [Verse 1: 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 disaster 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 (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 [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] 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 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…) [Verse 3: T.I.] 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…)
