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Fed Up
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fed Up was released on May 3, 2025 by JACKPOTBOYZ as a part of the album Fed Up - Single
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Release DateMay 3, 2025
LabelJACKPOTBOYZ
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackpot YC
Jackpot YC
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Bishop
Corey Bishop
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MVNNMVDE
MVNNMVDE
Engineer

Lyrics

Hold on, I think I might just..
Watch my every move, I keep my head on
Maybe we was outside all damn day
We had no money, we was fed up
Tryna find some ocean, we ain't had no place
Watch my every move, I keep my head on
Maybe we was outside all damn day
We had no money, we was fed up
Tryna find some ocean, we ain't had no place
Stayin' on my own, I don't need a hundred ****
I don't need that bitch to run, I hope she get the picture
Know a couple **** say they street, but then they got the snitches
It ain't like the old days anymore, this shit is different
I've been on the grind, I ain't been to Mama's cemetery
I just need some time, I've been stayin' off the internet
Lots of my respect, bitch, it's all about the principle
Never been the type to entertain, that's what bitches do
Every time I love, they leave a knife in my heart
If he pull up with a hot one, we gon' leave that **** parked
We ain't in the race, but she ridin' with the stars
See through all that face, your bitch be pullin' ****' cars
Every time I showed him love, it was a knife in my back
And it was like she playin' tit for tat
Always knew to play defensive, cause people really look to attack
They don't care if your feelings attached
People treat you like a nobody, bottom of the bottom
I really had to show him I could do it, I shot them
Ain't no way I could stop it, the ride, I'm goin' straight ahead and only up
I swear to God, it be the only two options
Oh, no, no, I finally got a fire spirit
Life becoming harder, storin' punches, I'm just perseverin
Know that if I throw a blowback, it's gon' be more severe
I don't want none of these hoes back, they say they comin' near me
I just gotta learn that somethin' more than just a principle
I gotta stack my money, keep the bullshit on the minimum
While they try to play with me, they know that I'll diminish them
They know I'm goin' hard until the end, I gotta finish them
Watch my every move, I keep my head on
Maybe we was outside all damn day
We had no money, we was fed up
Tryna find some motion, we ain't had no place
Watch my every move, I keep my head on
Maybe we was outside all damn day
We had no money, we was fed up
Tryna find some motion, we ain't had no place
Stayin' on my own, I don't need a hundred n****s
I don't need that bitch to run, I hope she get the picture
Know a couple n****s say they street, but then they got the snitchin
It ain't like the old days anymore, this shit is different
I've been on the grind, I ain't been to Mama's cemetery
I just need some time, I've been stayin' off the internet
Life with my respect, bitch, it's all about the principle
Never been the type to entertain, that's what bitches do
Every time I love, they leave a knife in my heart
If he pull up with a hot one, we gon' leave that n***a parked
We ain't in the race, but she ridin' with the stars
She do all that facial, bitch, we pullin' n****s cards
Written by: Corey Bishop
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