F.a.m.e
Young Jeezy Lyrics

Fuck these haters, I'd kill them all if I could
I despise my enemies so much that I wish they were all dead and I wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger

Ain't scared of none of y'all, so you know my aim good
I'm not afraid of anyone, and I have good aim when it comes to getting revenge

Blowing bin Laden in my Porsche 911
I'm driving my car so fast that it feels like I'm blowing up like Bin Laden did

Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
I just left the site of the September 11 terrorist attacks and now I'm headed to smoke some marijuana

Can't slow down, too much evil in my rear view
I can't slow down my pace because there's too much negativity behind me that might catch up with me

Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can't hear you
Sometimes you want to reach out to God for help, but it feels like there's no answer

And even if you did, this'll probably be his answer
And even if you did reach out to God, he might respond by asking why you're complaining when you don't even have cancer

Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse
I'm doing this for my friends in the inner city who are facing even more struggles than I am

First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga's curse
First people show me love, but then they turn on me and hate me, which is just a curse of being a trap rapper

I bet you feel like the whole world hating on you
I'm sure you feel like everyone in the world hates you sometimes

But what's the hold up? The whole world waiting on you
But don't let that stop you, because the whole world is waiting for you to succeed

(The fame)
The fame I've achieved

I wake up and feel empty
Even though I've achieved fame and wealth, I still feel empty inside

Shit make you want to squeeze your Glock until it's empty
Sometimes it's enough to make you want to unload your gun until there's nothing left

I'm already standing on the edge, so don't tempt me
I'm already on the brink of desperation, so don't push me over the edge

Fake motherfuckers envy
People who are not genuine harbor envy towards me

You mean to tell me from running my big mouth
Can you believe all this wealth and success I've earned just by being outspoken?

That I could chill here in this big penthouse?
That I can afford to live in this luxurious penthouse?

All elevator-ed up, black hardwood floors
I have an elevator and expensive black hardwood floors in my penthouse

Just to sit around and feel like it ain't yours
But even with all this wealth, sometimes it doesn't feel like it truly belongs to me

Your conscience got you feeling like you done something wrong
You feel guilty or ashamed about something you've done

But the flat screen saying motherfucker, we on
But my TV screen reminds me that I'm still successful and 'on top'

Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
Excuse me, but do you see this amazing view from my penthouse?

See Ruth's Chris from here, what the fuck's wrong with you?
I can even see a fancy steakhouse from my penthouse. What's wrong with you that you can't appreciate this?

Looking at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
I'm looking at my Rolex and it's almost 7pm

Bill Gates state of mind with an automatic weapon
I have the mindset of a billionaire like Bill Gates, but I also carry an automatic weapon for protection

You might remember from putting on for the city
You might remember how I helped represent and promote my hometown

Or back when it was on two, going for the fifty
Or back when I was still struggling, only having two dollars and trying to make it to fifty

Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
I've hosted a few music festivals and gone on various tours

Just to show niggas keys open up doors
I did all these things to demonstrate that achieving success can unlock many doors

"Oh, we don't fuck with Young no more" Why not?
Some people might say they don't like or support me anymore, but why?

The only thing I can figure, because he on top
The only reason I can think of is that I'm on top and they're jealous of my success

Lately, I been often out of sight, seldom out of mind
Lately, I've been staying out of the public eye but still on people's minds

Ay, getcha bidne' right, and stay the hell up out of mine
Hey, focus on your own business and stay out of mine

I'm out my mind, tryin' to fix it ‘fore I'm out of time
I'm struggling with my own mental health and trying to fix it before I run out of time

Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doin' fine
Don't worry about me, God has my back and I'm doing okay

Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
After spending another year in prison, I promise that I won't get in trouble again

Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin' history
I'm just trying to survive this difficult time in my life, but I should also be making history with my music

No feelin' sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Don't feel bad for me or offer me empty sympathy

Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
Whether good or bad, I'll take it like a man and accept whatever fate has in store for me

How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
The way I achieved success has made some people hate me and wish they could destroy my spirit

And they'll take it however they can get it
And they'll try to take me down by any means necessary

Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my head down
Some people want to see me miserable and defeated, walking around with my head hung low

"Let's decapitate ‘im, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!"
Some people want to destroy me completely, then see if I'm still able to maintain my success and status