Fed Up (feat. Lil Wayne, Usher, Drake, Young Jeezy & Rick Ross)

DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled) The streets is fed up (who else nigga?) We fed up (We The Best) The Runners, Usher, talk to 'em 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, still hustling for more Taking the game, now I'm back in the light 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 and I'm tired, I gets busy Started a 62, but it ended up a frisbee And me, I like to stand 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 give it all up before I let the fame get me I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me Way these niggas actin' you'd have thought they never knew me (Young) But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me I'm fed up, it'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, still hustling for more Taking the game, now I'm back in the light 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 suckers so now I'm fed up (Ross) Somebody catch the 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 Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin' yearly With them brown bags circulate, so I perpetrate We shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right I hope you fed up being broke because the times right, Ross 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, still hustling for more Taking the game, now I'm back in the light 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 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 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, motherfucker in the game Yeah, hop out, 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 niggas relieving 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 just a biter You need to 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, still hustling for more Taking the game, now I'm back in the light 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