[Intro: Usher & DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled
The streets is fed up (who else n***a?)
We fed up (We The Best)
The Runners, Usher, talk to ’em
[Hook: Usher]
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 n***as 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 n***as tryin’ to sue me, b**hes tryin’ to do me
Way these n***as actin’, you’da thought they never knew me
But these n***as know me and half them n***as owe me
I’m fed up, it’s why I’m actin’ like the old me
[Hook: Usher]
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 n***as 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 2: Rick Ross]
I’m sick and tired of you s**ers 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
s**ers 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: Usher]
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 n***as 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 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 d**h, just never die on ’em
And the question still remains
Have I counted all the money that I’ve managed to obtain?
n***as dedicatin’ overtime to damagin’ my name
And somehow I’m still the hottest motherf**er 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 n***as 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: Usher]
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 n***as 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