歌词
DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled!) (yeah!)
Oh-oh (The streets is fed up)
(Who else nigga?) Ohh
(We fed up) yeah, man (We The Best)
The Runners, Usher, talk to 'em
It was all a dream
Yeah, homie I am 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
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 sixty two, 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
Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me
About 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 trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me
Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me
But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me
I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me
It was all a dream
Yeah, homie I am 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
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
Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off
Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up
Before you let your top back, get your bread up
Made history, but now we claiming victory
Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency
Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me
Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly
Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?
We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate
Looking 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 am 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
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 getting high on 'em
He leaned over and told just don't retire on 'em
And when they give you 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 dedicating overtime, but 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 sayin' 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
Yeah, yeah
It was all a dream
Yeah, homie I am 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
Check in 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