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Fed Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fed Up was released on September 5, 2024 by White Cardinal Studios, LLC as a part of the album Prodigy 3
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Release DateSeptember 5, 2024
LabelWhite Cardinal Studios, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Errol Lloyd Allen jr
Errol Lloyd Allen jr
Songwriter

Lyrics

I've been tryna change my ways, gotta be a better man
I know that my son lookin' up to me, gotta make a plan
Remember all them days when I was broke, couldn't do a thing
Mama always tellin' me, get a job, go be a man
But I work the streets like a nine to five so I can't make it home
Been on my own since I was young, ain't know which way to go
I was out in Charlotte with them street **** we was sellin' dope
Don't give a fuck about what you did, that shit ain't shake me, bro
Reminiscing bout the times, down and out, fucked up
**** that I looked up to ain't even wanna pick me up
Switch it up, now they call my phone, I don't pick it up
Where you at? I'm flyin' to the islands just to see what's up
Different bag, lookin' at investments, tryna make it back
Danielle just told me that she tryna do some bigger things
Bigger things, every time we talk, come up with a plan
Grateful that I met you, cause on God I wasn't ready then
Tell you that I love you, but I'm better off showin' it
You say that you want me, is it for now or forever, babe
You say that you want me, is it for now or forever, babe?
I been turnin' down, had to get my mental straight
I be in the hood with the killers in the paint
Swear to God, some of my **** ain't even here today
Lost some friends, they in and out, people change, ain't a doubt
Pussy **** can't take me out, I been standin' ten toes down
How I'm 'posed to change up now? Run the city, run the town
**** tryna get at me, but I been tryna get at you
He been on a long run, AK bullets, they gon' spray at you
Hit him, that's a home run, do him bad, they can't even look at you
Damn I hate the time when a mother cry, cause her son fell
**** doin' street shit since a child, they don't know better
I been in the street shit for a while, but I'm so fed up
So fed up, tired of them losses
So fed up, **** that done cross me
So fed up, I'm so fed up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I been tryna change my ways, gotta be a better man
I know that my son lookin' up to me, gotta make a plan
Remember all them days when I was broke, couldn't do a thing
Mama always tellin' me, get a job, go be a man
But I work the streets like nine to five, so I can't make it home
Been on my own since I was young, ain't know which way to go
I was out in Charlotte with them street ****, we was sellin' dope
Don't give a fuck about what you did, that shit ain't shake me, bro
Reminiscing bout the times, down and out, fucked up
**** that I looked up to ain't even wanna pick me up
Switch it up, now they call my phone, I don't pick it up
Where you at? I'm flyin' to the islands just to see what's up!
Written by: Errol Lloyd Allen jr
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