F.A.M.E.

Fuck 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:

"Fuck 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 nigga’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

Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty

I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me

Fake motherfuckers 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 motherfucker, we on

Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?

See Ruth’s Chris from here, what the fuck’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 fuck with Young no more” Why not?

The only thing I can figure, because he on top

(The fame…)

I wake up and feel empty

Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it’s empty

I’m already standing on the edge, so don’t tempt me

Fake motherfuckers envy

What up world? Long time, huh?

Hey, look

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”