Fed Up Songtext
von 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