Fed Up (feat. Young Jeezy & Drake)

DJ Khaled, oh oh
(DJ Khaled, the streets is fed up)
Who else, nigga?
(We fed up)
Yeah, we the best
(The one and only Usher, talkin')

It was all a dream, yeah homie I'm on my job
And you can't take that away from me
Yeah I got my team, and I got all of my niggas behind me
And they give me the love I need

Yeah I got my foot in the door, we're still hustling for more
Checking the game, yeah I'm back in the life
Yeah I'm fed up, hey I'm fed up, hey I'm fed up
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired

I am absolutely, positively on my grizzy
Even though I'm sick of them tired, I gets busy
Started at 62, but it ended up a frisbee
And me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy

Balls so hard it's like I brought the game with me
Left my glove, so why you thought I brought your man with me?
'Bout to paint a purple picture like I brought the frame with me
I give it all up before I let the fame get me

I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me
Way they stick their stack, you'da thought they never knew me
But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me
I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the ol' me

It was all a dream, yeah homie I'm on my job
And you can't take that away from me
Yeah I got my team, and I got all of my niggas behind me
And they give me the love I need

Yeah I got my foot in the door, we're still hustling for more
Checking the game, yeah I'm back in the life
Yeah I'm fed up, hey I'm fed up, hey I'm fed up
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired

I'm sick and tired of you suckas, so now I'm fed up
Somebody catch this chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off
Shawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up
Before you let your top back, get your bread up

Made history, but now we claiming victory
Get ya out the white house, go back to your efficiencies
Suckas finny and I know you haters hear me
Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin' yearly

With them brown bags circulate, so why I perpetrate
We shinin' in the bottle 'cause we're down to twerkulate
Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right
Oh, you better be in broke 'cause the time's right

It was all a dream, yeah homie I'm on my job
And you can't take that away from me
Yeah I got my team, and I got all of my niggas behind me
And they give me the love I need

Yeah I got my foot in the door, we're still hustling for more
Checking the game, yeah I'm back in the life
Yeah I'm fed up, hey I'm fed up, hey I'm fed up
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired

Ugh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em
He leaned over and told me just don't retire on 'em
And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em
And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em

And the question still remains
Have I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?
Niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name
And somehow I'm still the hottest muthafucka in the game

Yeah I've been in this, been breaking records since 9-4
So I ain't gotta brag about records that I broke
Records that I hold, records that I sold
Man I'm fed up with these niggas, really knew my lingo

Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider
You say that I ain't influence you, you a liar
I'm on fire, you used to buy it up
You're gonna wake up and realize

It was all a dream, yeah homie I'm on my job
And you can't take that away from me
Yeah I got my team, and I got all of my niggas behind me
And they give me the love I need

Yeah I got my foot in the door, we're still hustling for more
Checking the game, yeah I'm back in the life
Yeah I'm fed up, hey I'm fed up, hey I'm fed up
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired