[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 his answer
F-ck you complaining about? It ain`t like you got cancer
Do it for my ni**as on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap ni**a`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
S**t 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
S**t make you wanna squeeze your Glock `til it`s empty
I`m already standin` on the edge, so don`t tempt me
Fake motherf**kers 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, ni**a, 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 ni**as 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
S**t make you wanna squeeze your Glock `til it`s empty
I`m already standin` on the edge, so don`t tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
S**t make you wanna squeeze your Glock `til it`s empty
I`m already standin` on the edge, so don`t tempt me
Fake motherf**kers 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
S**t 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
S**t make you wanna squeeze your Glock `til it`s empty
I`m already standin` on the edge, so don`t tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
S**t make you wanna squeeze your Glock `til it`s empty
I`m already standin` on the edge, so don`t tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy

(The fame…) I wake up and feel empty
S**t make you wanna squeeze your Glock `til it`s empty
I`m already standin` on the edge, so don`t tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy

(The fame…)