Fed Up (feat. Lil Wayne, Usher, Drake, Young Jeezy, Rick 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
 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