Fed Up

[Intro: DJ Khaled] DJ Khaled! The streets is fed up (who else nigga?) We fed up (We The Best) The Runners, Usher, talk to 'em [Hook: Usher] 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 life 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 [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] 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'da thought they never knew me But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me I'm fed up, it's why I'm actin' like the old me [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up 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 claimin' victory Get ya out da 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 cause 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! [Hook] [Verse 3: Drake] Ugh, 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've managed to obtain? Niggas dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] (I’m happy to be back man) I’m tired of these haters That’s why I go hard like A.C. Slater Weezy Baby here, y’all pre-natal I just get the beat and murk it out like Fredo Uhh I’m sick of bein' criticized That’s why I’m higher than the Star Trek Enterprise I do it big don’t, get mad cause you minimized I keep a red flag in case I get penalized Uh, it's Young Money like you didn’t know Stop playin', I hit Drizzy with the give-and-go It was all a dream, now we the dream team Who trying to see us? You seein' things Hustle like I still pay rent man Got a chest full of heart, no tin man Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I’m fed up Flow wake the dead up, Weezy, yeah [Verse 5: Usher] 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 Cause man if I ain't influenced you, you a liar I’m on fire, you just a biter You need to wake up and realize it was all a dream [Hook]