Fed Up - DJ Khaled

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

Checking the game

Yeah 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 of them tired, I gets busy

Started 62, what 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 why 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 though 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

Checking the game

Yeah 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 suckahs 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 da white house; go back to your efficiency

Suckahs 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' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate

Lookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right

Oh, you better be broke cuz 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

Still hustling for more

Checking the game

Yeah 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 just don't retire on 'em

And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em

And when they love you to death, 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, muthafuckah in the game

Yeah I've been in this been breaking records since '94

So I ain't gotta brag about records that I've brought

Records that I hold

Records that I've sold

Man I'm fed up with these niggas, believe in 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 light 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

Still hustling for more

Checking the game

Yeah 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