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Fed Up
DJ Khaled Feat. Rick Ross, Young Jeezy, Drake & Usher
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DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)
The streets is fed up (who else n-?)
We fed up (we the best)
The runners, Usher, talk to 'em
It was all a dream
Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me (can't take that away)
Yeah, I got my team
And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)
I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)
I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
I am absolutely positively on my grizzy
Even though I'm sick, and I'm tired, I get busy
Started a 62 but it ended up a Frisbee
And me, I like to sit at the stove until I'm dizzy
Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me
Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me
'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)
I give it all up before I let the fame get me
I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me
Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me
But these n- know me and half them n- owe me
I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)
It was all a dream
Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me
Yeah, I got my team
And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)
I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)
I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)
Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)
Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)
Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)
Made history but now we claimin' victory
Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies
Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)
Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly
Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)
We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate
Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right
I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)
It was all a dream
Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me
Yeah, I got my team
And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)
I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)
I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em
He leaned over and told me, "Just don't retire on 'em"
"And when they give you their 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've managed to obtain?
N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name
And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game
Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?
So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke
Records that I hold, and records that I've sold
And I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)
Don't bite the hand of your provider
'Cause man, if I ain't influenced you, you a liar
I'm on fire, you just a biter
You need to wake up and realize
It was all a dream
Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me
Yeah, I got my team
And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)
I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)
I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
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