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 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 "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
[Chorus: x2] (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 elevator-ed 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 flat screen 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 seven Bill Gates state of mind with an automatic weapon You might remember from putting on for the city Or back when it was on two, going for the fifty 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
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 ‘im, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!"
Writer/s: CLIFFORD HARRIS, ERIK ORTIZ, KEVIN CROWE, JONATHAN DAVID GRANT, ANTHONY PATRICK JAMES MCGUINNESS, PAAVO OLAVI SILJAMAKI, ANDREW BEARDMORE, KENNY BARTOLOMEI, JAY JENKINS
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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