Fame - T.I.

Fame - T.I.
Written by：E. Ortiz/K. Crowe
F**k these haters I'd kill them all if I could
Ain't scared of none of y'all so you know my aim good
Blowing bin laden in my porsche 911
Just left ground zero on my way to kush heaven
Can't slow down too much evil in my rearview
Sometimes you wanna scream to god but he can't hear you
And even if you did this'll probably be his answer
F**k you plaining about 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 ni**a's curse
I bet you feel like the whole world hating on you
But what's the hold up the whole world waiting on you
The fame
I wake up and feel empty
Sh*t make you want to squeeze your glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge so don't tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy
I wake up and feel empty
Sh*t make you want to squeeze your glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge so don't tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy
You mean to tell me from running my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevatored up black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain't yours
Your conscience got you feeling like you done something wrong
But the flatscreen saying motherf**ker we on
Pardon me ni**a do you see this view
See ruth's chris from here what the f**k's wrong with you
Looking at my rollie yeah it's almost 7
Bill gates state of mind with an automatic weapon
You might remember from putting on for the city
Or back when it was on 2 going for the 50
Opened up a few squares opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
Oh we don't f**k with young no more why not
The only thing I can figure because he on top
The fame
I wake up and feel empty
Sh*t make you want to squeeze your glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge so don't tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy
I wake up and feel empty
Sh*t make you want to squeeze your glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge so don't tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy
Lately I been often out of sight seldom out of mind
Ay getcha bidne right and stay the hell up out of mine
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 him then we'll see if he can wear his crown
The fame
I wake up and feel empty
Sh*t make you want to squeeze your glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge so don't tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy
I wake up and feel empty
Sh*t make you want to squeeze your glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge so don't tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy
I wake up and feel empty
Sh*t make you want to squeeze your glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge so don't tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy
I wake up and feel empty
Sh*t make you want to squeeze your glock until it's empty
I'm already standing on the edge so don't tempt me
Fake motherf**kers envy