F. A. M. E

Written by：T. I

F**k these haters I'd k**l 'em all if I could

Ain't scared of none of you

All so you know my aim good

Blowin bin ladie in my porsche down a list

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

And even if you did this'll

Probably be his answer

F**k you plainin' 'bout it ain't

Like you got cancer

Do it for my niggas on the block that got

It worse first

I love then the hate that

Just a trap

Nigga's curse

I betcha feel like the whole world hatin' know you

We what's the hold up the whole world

Waitin' know you

The fame

You

I wake up and feel empty

Sh*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 fame

I wake up and feel empty

Your sh*t

Make you wanna squeeze

Your glock til it's empty

I'm already standin' on the edge

So don't tempt me

Tempt me

Fake motherf**kers envy

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's yours

'Cause gotcha feelin'

Like you done some wrong

But the flatscreen say motherf**ker we on

Pardon me n***a do you see this view

See ruth's chris from here

What the f**k'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 f**k young no mo why not

Don't thing I can figure cause he on top

The fame

You

I wake up and feel empty

Sh*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 fame

I wake up and feel empty

Sh*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 fame

What up world

Did you miss me

Long time huh

Stop that

Hey look

Lately I been off and out of sight

Seldom out of mind

Ay getcha and right

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

How I did it make 'em hate my spirit they

Wish they could k**l

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 it Pic a wear crown

I wake up and feel empty

Sh*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 fame

I wake up and feel empty

Sh*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 fame

I wake up and feel empty

Sh*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 fame

I wake up and feel empty

Sh*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 fame