Fame

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