Intro
G Gm D#
DJ Khaled, oh
the streets is fed up (who else nigga?)
F G
we fed up (we the best) A#
the runners, usher talk to em
[Chorus]
[Usher]
D# Gm
it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job
A# F Gm
and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)
D# Gm
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
A# F C
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
D# Gm
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
A# F Gm
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
D# Gm A#
I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)
D# F
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
[Verse 1]
[Young Jeezy]
Abm-F F#-Gm
I am absolutely positively on my grizzy
Db-A# B-Gm
even though I’m sick and I’m tired I gets busy
Abm-F F#-Gm
started a 62 but it ended up a frisbee
Db-A# B-Gm
and me I like to sit at the stove until I’m dizzy
Abm-F F#-Gm
ball so hard it’s like I brought the game with me
Db-A# B-Gm
left my glove so white you thought I brought jermaine with me
Abm-F F#-Gm
bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me
(I’m fed up, I’m fed up)
Db-A# B-Gm
I give it all up before I let the fame get me
Abm-F F#-Gm
I got niggas tryna sue me bitches tryna do me
Db-A# B-Gm
way these niggas actin you’d a thought they never knew me
Abm-F F#-Gm
but these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me
Db-A# B-Gm
I’m fed up probably why I’m actin like the old me
[Chorus]
[Usher]
D# Gm
it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job
A# F Gm
and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)
D# Gm
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
A# F C
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
D# Gm
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
A# F Gm
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
D# Gm A#
I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)
D# F
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
[Verse 2]
[Rick Ross]
Abm-F F#-Gm
I’m sick and tired of you suckas so now I’m fed up
Db-A# B-Gm
somebody catch the chain I’m bout to tear his head off
Abm-F F#-Gm
shorty bendin over know I’m bout to tear it up
Db-A# B-Gm
before you let your top back get your bread up
Abm-F F#-Gm
made history but now we claimin victory
Db-A# B-Gm
get ya out the white house go back to your efficiencies
Abm-F F#-Gm
suckas feel me and I know you haters hear me
(I’m fed up, I’m fed up)
Db-A# B-Gm
like IRS you wonderin what I’m makin yearly
Abm-F F#-Gm
let them brown bags circulate (stack) so I perpetrate (never)
Db-A# B-Gm
we shining in the bottom cause we down to twekalate
Abm-F F#-Gm
lookin at the parking lot better get your mind right
Db-A# B-Gm
I hope you fed up being broke because the times right (Ross)
[Chorus]
[Usher]
D# Gm
it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job
A# F Gm
and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)
D# Gm
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
A# F C
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
D# Gm
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
A# F Gm
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
D# Gm A#
I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)
D# F
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
[Verse 3]
[Drake]
Gm
Uh, me and Wayne was gettin high on em
D#
he leaned over and told me just don’t retire on em
F
and when they give ya they shoulders never cry on em
A#
and when they love you to death just never die on em
Gm
and the question still remains
D#
have I counted all the money that I’ve managed to obtain?
F
niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name
A# G
and somehow I’m still the hottest mofucka in the game
[Lil Wayne]
Gm
I’m happy to be back man….
Gm
I’m tired of these haters
D#
That’s why I go hard like A.C. Slater
F
Weezy Baby here, y’all prenatal
A#
I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado
Gm
Uhh I’m sick of being criticized
D#
That’s why I’m higher than a star trek enterprise
F
I do it big don’t get mad cuz you minimized
A#
I keep a red flag case I get penalized..uh
Abm-F F#-Gm
Its young money like you didn’t know
Db-A# B-Gm
Stop playing I hit Drizzy with the give and go
Abm-F F#-Gm
It was all a dream, now we the dream team
Db-A# B-Gm
Who trying to see us, you seeing things
Abm-F F#-Gm
Hustle like I still pay rent man
Db-A# B-Gm
Got a chest full of heart no tin man
Abm-F F#-Gm
Uhh..Kha Kha Khaled I’m fed up,
Db-A# B-Gm
flow wake the dead up
Weezy
[Usher]
Abm-F F#-Gm
yeah how bout I been in this been breakin records since ‘9-4
Db-A# B-Gm
so I aint gotta brag about records that I’ve broke
Abm-F F#-Gm
records that I hold
Db-A# B-Gm
and records that I’ve sold
Abm-F F#-Gm
and I’m fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeahhhhh)
Db-A# B-Gm
don’t bite the hand of your provider
Abm-F F#-Gm
cause man if I aint influenced you you a liar
Db-A# B-Gm
I’m on fire you just a biter you need to wake up and realize
[Chorus]
[Usher]
D# Gm
it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job
A# F Gm
and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)
D# Gm
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
A# F C
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
D# Gm
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
A# F Gm
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
D# Gm A#
I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)
D# F
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
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