Fed Up Lyrics - Singles - 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 

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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 

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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