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