[{"id":23436368,"name":"fed up","trackName":"fed up","artistName":"dj khaled","albumName":"DJ Khaled","duration":251.378,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\nWay these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\nBut these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\nSomebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\nShawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\nSuckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\nWe shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\nLooking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\nUh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on them\nAnd when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on them\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? You seeing things\nHustle like I still pay rent man\nGot a chest full of heart no tin man\nUh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\nFlow wake the dead up\nWeezy\n\nYeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\nI'm on fire, you're just a lighter\nYou're going to wake up and realize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: fed up\n  artist: dj khaled\n  album: DJ Khaled\n  duration_ms: 251378\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie I am on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they, give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\n  And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\n  Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\n  But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\n  Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\n  Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\n  Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\n  We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\n  Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on them\n  And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on them\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\n  I'm happy to be back man...\n  I'm tired of these haters\n  That's why I go hard like AC Slater\n  Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\n  I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\n  Uh, I'm sick of being criticized\n  That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\n  I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\n  I keep a red flag case I get penalized\n  Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\n  Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\n  It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\n  Who trying to see us? You seeing things\n  Hustle like I still pay rent man\n  Got a chest full of heart no tin man\n  Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\n  Flow wake the dead up\n  Weezy\n\n  Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\n  I'm on fire, you're just a lighter\n  You're going to wake up and realize\n"},{"id":31790521,"name":"Fed Up","trackName":"Fed Up","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Fed Up","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\nWay these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\nBut these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\nSomebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\nShawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\nSuckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\nWe shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\nLooking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\nUh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on them\nAnd when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on them\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? You seeing things\nHustle like I still pay rent man\nGot a chest full of heart no tin man\nUh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\nFlow wake the dead up\nWeezy\n\nYeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\nI'm on fire, you're just a lighter\nYou're going to wake up and realize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Fed Up\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie I am on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they, give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\n  And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\n  Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\n  But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\n  Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\n  Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\n  Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\n  We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\n  Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on them\n  And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on them\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\n  I'm happy to be back man...\n  I'm tired of these haters\n  That's why I go hard like AC Slater\n  Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\n  I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\n  Uh, I'm sick of being criticized\n  That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\n  I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\n  I keep a red flag case I get penalized\n  Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\n  Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\n  It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\n  Who trying to see us? You seeing things\n  Hustle like I still pay rent man\n  Got a chest full of heart no tin man\n  Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\n  Flow wake the dead up\n  Weezy\n\n  Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\n  I'm on fire, you're just a lighter\n  You're going to wake up and realize\n"},{"id":32571129,"name":"Fed Up (feat. Lil Wayne, USHER, Drake","trackName":"Fed Up (feat. Lil Wayne, USHER, Drake","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Fed Up","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)\nThe streets is fed up (who else n-?)\nWe fed up (we the best)\nThe runners, Usher, talk to 'em\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me (can't take that away)\nYeah, I got my team\nAnd I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\nI got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick, and I'm tired, I get busy\nStarted a 62 but it ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me, I like to sit at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nLeft my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n\n'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\nWay these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\nBut these n- know me and half them n- owe me\nI'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team\nAnd I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\nI got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\nSomebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\nShorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\nMade history but now we claimin' victory\nGet ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n\nSuckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\nLike IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\nWe shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\nLookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nI hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team\nAnd I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\nI got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nUh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\nHe leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n\"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on 'em\"\n\"And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nN- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\nAnd somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n\nYeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\nSo, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\nRecords that I hold, and records that I've sold\nAnd I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\nDon't bite the hand of your provider\n'Cause man, if I ain't influenced you, you a liar\nI'm on fire, you just a biter\nYou need to wake up and realize\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team\nAnd I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\nI got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.26] DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)\n[00:03.15] The streets is fed up (who else n-?)\n[00:05.36] We fed up (we the best)\n[00:07.59] The runners, Usher, talk to 'em\n[00:09.63] It was all a dream\n[00:11.03] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me (can't take that away)\n[00:15.24] Yeah, I got my team\n[00:16.38] And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[00:21.04] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[00:26.20] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[00:28.93] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[00:31.93] I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n[00:35.18] Even though I'm sick, and I'm tired, I get busy\n[00:37.78] Started a 62 but it ended up a Frisbee\n[00:40.35] And me, I like to sit at the stove until I'm dizzy\n[00:43.30] Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n[00:45.54] Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n[00:48.37] 'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n[00:50.97] I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n[00:53.75] I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\n[00:56.63] Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n[00:59.45] But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n[01:02.05] I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n[01:03.50] It was all a dream\n[01:04.97] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[01:08.88] Yeah, I got my team\n[01:10.41] And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[01:14.88] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[01:20.26] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[01:22.91] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[01:26.43] I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n[01:29.02] Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\n[01:32.07] Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\n[01:34.59] Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\n[01:37.39] Made history but now we claimin' victory\n[01:39.90] Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n[01:42.73] Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n[01:44.94] Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\n[01:47.38] Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\n[01:50.36] We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\n[01:53.14] Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n[01:55.61] I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n[01:57.59] It was all a dream\n[01:58.92] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[02:03.08] Yeah, I got my team\n[02:04.36] And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[02:08.83] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[02:14.11] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[02:16.93] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[02:20.59] Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n[02:23.37] He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n[02:25.95] \"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on 'em\"\n[02:28.55] \"And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n[02:32.21] And the question still remains\n[02:33.55] Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n[02:36.00] N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\n[02:38.99] And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n[02:41.36] Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\n[02:43.98] So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n[02:46.94] Records that I hold, and records that I've sold\n[02:49.38] And I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\n[02:53.43] Don't bite the hand of your provider\n[02:55.46] 'Cause man, if I ain't influenced you, you a liar\n[02:58.26] I'm on fire, you just a biter\n[03:00.81] You need to wake up and realize\n[03:02.36] It was all a dream\n[03:03.35] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[03:07.54] Yeah, I got my team\n[03:08.98] And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[03:13.45] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[03:18.89] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[03:21.62] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[03:26.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up (feat. 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56630\n- text: Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n  start_ms: 56630\n  end_ms: 59450\n- text: But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n  start_ms: 59450\n  end_ms: 62050\n- text: I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 62050\n  end_ms: 63500\n- text: It was all a dream\n  start_ms: 63500\n  end_ms: 64970\n- text: Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  start_ms: 64970\n  end_ms: 68880\n- text: Yeah, I got my team\n  start_ms: 68880\n  end_ms: 70410\n- text: And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  start_ms: 70410\n  end_ms: 74880\n- text: I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  start_ms: 74880\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82910\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n  start_ms: 82910\n  end_ms: 86430\n- text: I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  start_ms: 86430\n  end_ms: 89020\n- text: Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\n  start_ms: 89020\n  end_ms: 92070\n- text: Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\n  start_ms: 92070\n  end_ms: 94590\n- text: Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\n  start_ms: 94590\n  end_ms: 97390\n- text: Made history but now we claimin' victory\n  start_ms: 97390\n  end_ms: 99900\n- text: Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n  start_ms: 99900\n  end_ms: 102730\n- text: Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n  start_ms: 102730\n  end_ms: 104940\n- text: Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\n  start_ms: 104940\n  end_ms: 107380\n- text: Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\n  start_ms: 107380\n  end_ms: 110360\n- text: We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\n  start_ms: 110360\n  end_ms: 113140\n- text: Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  start_ms: 113140\n  end_ms: 115610\n- text: I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n  start_ms: 115610\n  end_ms: 117590\n- text: It was all a dream\n  start_ms: 117590\n  end_ms: 118920\n- text: Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  start_ms: 118920\n  end_ms: 123080\n- text: Yeah, I got my team\n  start_ms: 123080\n  end_ms: 124360\n- text: And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  start_ms: 124360\n  end_ms: 128830\n- text: I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  start_ms: 128830\n  end_ms: 134110\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  start_ms: 134110\n  end_ms: 136930\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n  start_ms: 136930\n  end_ms: 140590\n- text: Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  start_ms: 140590\n  end_ms: 143370\n- text: He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n  start_ms: 143370\n  end_ms: 145950\n- text: '\"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on ''em\"'\n  start_ms: 145950\n  end_ms: 148550\n- text: '\"And when they love you to death, just never die on ''em\"'\n  start_ms: 148550\n  end_ms: 152210\n- text: And the question still remains\n  start_ms: 152210\n  end_ms: 153550\n- text: Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  start_ms: 153550\n  end_ms: 156000\n- text: N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\n  start_ms: 156000\n  end_ms: 158990\n- text: And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n  start_ms: 158990\n  end_ms: 161360\n- text: Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\n  start_ms: 161360\n  end_ms: 163980\n- text: So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n  start_ms: 163980\n  end_ms: 166940\n- text: Records that I hold, and records that I've sold\n  start_ms: 166940\n  end_ms: 169380\n- text: And I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\n  start_ms: 169380\n  end_ms: 173430\n- text: Don't bite the hand of your provider\n  start_ms: 173430\n  end_ms: 175460\n- text: '''Cause man, if I ain''t influenced you, you a liar'\n  start_ms: 175460\n  end_ms: 178260\n- text: I'm on fire, you just a biter\n  start_ms: 178260\n  end_ms: 180810\n- text: You need to wake up and realize\n  start_ms: 180810\n  end_ms: 182360\n- text: It was all a dream\n  start_ms: 182360\n  end_ms: 183350\n- text: Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  start_ms: 183350\n  end_ms: 187540\n- text: Yeah, I got my team\n  start_ms: 187540\n  end_ms: 188980\n- text: And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  start_ms: 188980\n  end_ms: 193450\n- text: I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  start_ms: 193450\n  end_ms: 198890\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  start_ms: 198890\n  end_ms: 201620\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n  start_ms: 201620\n  end_ms: 206040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 206040\nplain: |-\n  DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)\n  The streets is fed up (who else n-?)\n  We fed up (we the best)\n  The runners, Usher, talk to 'em\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me (can't take that away)\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick, and I'm tired, I get busy\n  Started a 62 but it ended up a Frisbee\n  And me, I like to sit at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n\n  'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\n  Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n  But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n  I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\n  Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\n  Made history but now we claimin' victory\n  Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n\n  Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n  Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\n  We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\n  Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n  \"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on 'em\"\n  \"And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\n  And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n\n  Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\n  So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n  Records that I hold, and records that I've sold\n  And I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\n  Don't bite the hand of your provider\n  'Cause man, if I ain't influenced you, you a liar\n  I'm on fire, you just a biter\n  You need to wake up and realize\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n"},{"id":8474841,"name":"Fed Up (feat. 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tryin' to do me\nWay these niggas actin' you'd have though they never knew me (Young)\nBut these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross)\nSomebody catch the chain; I'm 'bout to tear his head off\nShawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet ya out da white house; go back to your efficiency\nSuckahs finny and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin; yearly!\nWith them brown bags, circulate so why I perpetrate\nWe shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\nLookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke cuz the time's right\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nUh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on 'em\nAnd when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\nAnd when they love you to death, never die on 'em\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest, muthafuckah in the game\n\nYeah I've been in this been 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away from me (can't take that away)\n[00:15.24] Yeah, I got my team\n[00:16.38] And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[00:21.04] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[00:26.20] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[00:28.93] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[00:31.93] I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n[00:35.18] Even though I'm sick, and I'm tired, I get busy\n[00:37.78] Started a 62 but it ended up a Frisbee\n[00:40.35] And me, I like to sit at the stove until I'm dizzy\n[00:43.30] Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n[00:45.54] Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n[00:48.37] 'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n[00:50.97] I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n[00:53.75] I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\n[00:56.63] Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n[00:59.45] But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n[01:02.05] I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n[01:03.50] It was all a dream\n[01:04.97] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[01:08.88] Yeah, I got my team\n[01:10.41] And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[01:14.88] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[01:20.26] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[01:22.91] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[01:26.43] I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n[01:29.02] Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\n[01:32.07] Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\n[01:34.59] Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\n[01:37.39] Made history but now we claimin' victory\n[01:39.90] Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n[01:42.73] Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n[01:44.94] Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\n[01:47.38] Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\n[01:50.36] We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\n[01:53.14] Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n[01:55.61] I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n[01:57.59] It was all a dream\n[01:58.92] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[02:03.08] Yeah, I got my team\n[02:04.36] And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[02:08.83] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[02:14.11] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[02:16.93] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[02:20.59] Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n[02:23.37] He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n[02:25.95] \"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on 'em\"\n[02:28.55] \"And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n[02:32.21] And the question still remains\n[02:33.55] Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n[02:36.00] N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\n[02:38.99] And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n[02:41.36] Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\n[02:43.98] So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n[02:46.94] Records that I hold, and records that I've sold\n[02:49.38] And I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\n[02:53.43] Don't bite the hand of your provider\n[02:55.46] 'Cause man, if I ain't influenced you, you a liar\n[02:58.26] I'm on fire, you just a biter\n[03:00.81] You need to wake up and realize\n[03:02.36] It was all a dream\n[03:03.35] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[03:07.54] Yeah, I got my team\n[03:08.98] And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[03:13.45] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[03:18.89] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[03:21.62] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[03:26.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up (feat. 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start_ms: 53750\n  end_ms: 56630\n- text: Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n  start_ms: 56630\n  end_ms: 59450\n- text: But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n  start_ms: 59450\n  end_ms: 62050\n- text: I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 62050\n  end_ms: 63500\n- text: It was all a dream\n  start_ms: 63500\n  end_ms: 64970\n- text: Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  start_ms: 64970\n  end_ms: 68880\n- text: Yeah, I got my team\n  start_ms: 68880\n  end_ms: 70410\n- text: And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  start_ms: 70410\n  end_ms: 74880\n- text: I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  start_ms: 74880\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82910\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n  start_ms: 82910\n  end_ms: 86430\n- text: I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  start_ms: 86430\n  end_ms: 89020\n- text: Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\n  start_ms: 89020\n  end_ms: 92070\n- text: Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\n  start_ms: 92070\n  end_ms: 94590\n- text: Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\n  start_ms: 94590\n  end_ms: 97390\n- text: Made history but now we claimin' victory\n  start_ms: 97390\n  end_ms: 99900\n- text: Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n  start_ms: 99900\n  end_ms: 102730\n- text: Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n  start_ms: 102730\n  end_ms: 104940\n- text: Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\n  start_ms: 104940\n  end_ms: 107380\n- text: Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\n  start_ms: 107380\n  end_ms: 110360\n- text: We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\n  start_ms: 110360\n  end_ms: 113140\n- text: Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  start_ms: 113140\n  end_ms: 115610\n- text: I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n  start_ms: 115610\n  end_ms: 117590\n- text: It was all a dream\n  start_ms: 117590\n  end_ms: 118920\n- text: Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  start_ms: 118920\n  end_ms: 123080\n- text: Yeah, I got my team\n  start_ms: 123080\n  end_ms: 124360\n- text: And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  start_ms: 124360\n  end_ms: 128830\n- text: I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  start_ms: 128830\n  end_ms: 134110\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  start_ms: 134110\n  end_ms: 136930\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n  start_ms: 136930\n  end_ms: 140590\n- text: Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  start_ms: 140590\n  end_ms: 143370\n- text: He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n  start_ms: 143370\n  end_ms: 145950\n- text: '\"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on ''em\"'\n  start_ms: 145950\n  end_ms: 148550\n- text: '\"And when they love you to death, just never die on ''em\"'\n  start_ms: 148550\n  end_ms: 152210\n- text: And the question still remains\n  start_ms: 152210\n  end_ms: 153550\n- text: Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  start_ms: 153550\n  end_ms: 156000\n- text: N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\n  start_ms: 156000\n  end_ms: 158990\n- text: And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n  start_ms: 158990\n  end_ms: 161360\n- text: Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\n  start_ms: 161360\n  end_ms: 163980\n- text: So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n  start_ms: 163980\n  end_ms: 166940\n- text: Records that I hold, and records that I've sold\n  start_ms: 166940\n  end_ms: 169380\n- text: And I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\n  start_ms: 169380\n  end_ms: 173430\n- text: Don't bite the hand of your provider\n  start_ms: 173430\n  end_ms: 175460\n- text: '''Cause man, if I ain''t influenced you, you a liar'\n  start_ms: 175460\n  end_ms: 178260\n- text: I'm on fire, you just a biter\n  start_ms: 178260\n  end_ms: 180810\n- text: You need to wake up and realize\n  start_ms: 180810\n  end_ms: 182360\n- text: It was all a dream\n  start_ms: 182360\n  end_ms: 183350\n- text: Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  start_ms: 183350\n  end_ms: 187540\n- text: Yeah, I got my team\n  start_ms: 187540\n  end_ms: 188980\n- text: And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  start_ms: 188980\n  end_ms: 193450\n- text: I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  start_ms: 193450\n  end_ms: 198890\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  start_ms: 198890\n  end_ms: 201620\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n  start_ms: 201620\n  end_ms: 206040\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick of them tired, I gets busy\n  Started 62, what ended up a frisbee\n  And me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Left my glove, so why you thought I brought Jermaine with me?\n  'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me\n  Way these niggas actin' you'd have though they never knew me (Young)\n  But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  Somebody catch the chain; I'm 'bout to tear his head off\n  Shawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get ya out da white house; go back to your efficiency\n  Suckahs finny and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin; yearly!\n  With them brown bags, circulate so why I perpetrate\n  We shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\n  Lookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke cuz the time's right\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on 'em\n  And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\n  And when they love you to death, never die on 'em\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest, muthafuckah in the game\n\n  Yeah I've been in this been breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't gotta brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas, believe in my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you; you a liar\n  I'm on fire; you used to light up\n  You're gonna wake up and realize-\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n"},{"id":24051977,"name":"Fed Up (Instrumental)","trackName":"Fed Up (Instrumental)","artistName":"DJ Khaled Ft VA","albumName":"Fed Up (Promo CDS)","duration":207.934694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it 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Usher, Drake, Rick Ross & Young Jeezy) [Explicit]","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Fed Up [Explicit]","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick of them tired, I gets busy\nStarted 62, what ended up a frisbee\nAnd me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nLeft my glove, so why you thought I brought Jermaine with me?\n'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me\nWay these niggas actin' you'd have though they never knew me (Young)\nBut these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross)\nSomebody catch the chain; I'm 'bout to tear his head off\nShawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet ya out da white house; go back to your efficiency\nSuckahs finny and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin; yearly!\nWith them brown bags, circulate so why I perpetrate\nWe shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\nLookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke cuz the time's right\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nUh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on 'em\nAnd when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\nAnd when they love you to death, never die on 'em\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest, muthafuckah in the game\n\nYeah I've been in this been breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't gotta brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas, believe in my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you; you a liar\nI'm on fire; you used to light up\nYou're gonna wake up and realize-\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up (feat. Usher, Drake, Rick Ross & Young Jeezy) [Explicit]\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Fed Up [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick of them tired, I gets busy\n  Started 62, what ended up a frisbee\n  And me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Left my glove, so why you thought I brought Jermaine with me?\n  'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me\n  Way these niggas actin' you'd have though they never knew me (Young)\n  But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  Somebody catch the chain; I'm 'bout to tear his head off\n  Shawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get ya out da white house; go back to your efficiency\n  Suckahs finny and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin; yearly!\n  With them brown bags, circulate so why I perpetrate\n  We shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\n  Lookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke cuz the time's right\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on 'em\n  And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\n  And when they love you to death, never die on 'em\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest, muthafuckah in the game\n\n  Yeah I've been in this been breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't gotta brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas, believe in my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you; you a liar\n  I'm on fire; you used to light up\n  You're gonna wake up and realize-\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n"},{"id":5418816,"name":"Fed Up","trackName":"Fed Up","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Victory","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\nWay these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\nBut these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\nSomebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\nShawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\nSuckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\nWe shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\nLooking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\nUh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on them\nAnd when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on them\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? You seeing things\nHustle like I still pay rent man\nGot a chest full of heart no tin man\nUh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\nFlow wake the dead up\nWeezy\n\nYeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\nI'm on fire, you're just a lighter\nYou're going to wake up and realize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie I am on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they, give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\n  And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\n  Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\n  But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\n  Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\n  Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\n  Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\n  We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\n  Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on them\n  And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on them\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\n  I'm happy to be back man...\n  I'm tired of these haters\n  That's why I go hard like AC Slater\n  Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\n  I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\n  Uh, I'm sick of being criticized\n  That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\n  I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\n  I keep a red flag case I get penalized\n  Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\n  Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\n  It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\n  Who trying to see us? You seeing things\n  Hustle like I still pay rent man\n  Got a chest full of heart no tin man\n  Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\n  Flow wake the dead up\n  Weezy\n\n  Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\n  I'm on fire, you're just a lighter\n  You're going to wake up and realize\n"},{"id":18761155,"name":"Fed Up","trackName":"Fed Up","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Victory","duration":251.428571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\nWay these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\nBut these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\nSomebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\nShawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\nSuckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\nWe shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\nLooking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\nUh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on them\nAnd when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on them\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? You seeing things\nHustle like I still pay rent man\nGot a chest full of heart no tin man\nUh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\nFlow wake the dead up\nWeezy\n\nYeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\nI'm on fire, you're just a lighter\nYou're going to wake up and realize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory\n  duration_ms: 251429\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie I am on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they, give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\n  And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\n  Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\n  But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\n  Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\n  Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\n  Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\n  We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\n  Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on them\n  And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on them\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\n  I'm happy to be back man...\n  I'm tired of these haters\n  That's why I go hard like AC Slater\n  Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\n  I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\n  Uh, I'm sick of being criticized\n  That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\n  I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\n  I keep a red flag case I get penalized\n  Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\n  Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\n  It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\n  Who trying to see us? You seeing things\n  Hustle like I still pay rent man\n  Got a chest full of heart no tin man\n  Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\n  Flow wake the dead up\n  Weezy\n\n  Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\n  I'm on fire, you're just a lighter\n  You're going to wake up and realize\n"},{"id":15643766,"name":"Fed Up","trackName":"Fed Up","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Promo Only: Urban Radio, January 2010","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\nWay these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\nBut these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\nSomebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\nShawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\nSuckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\nWe shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\nLooking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\nUh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on them\nAnd when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on them\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? You seeing things\nHustle like I still pay rent man\nGot a chest full of heart no tin man\nUh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\nFlow wake the dead up\nWeezy\n\nYeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\nI'm on fire, you're just a lighter\nYou're going to wake up and realize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: 'Promo Only: Urban Radio, January 2010'\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie I am on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they, give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\n  And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\n  Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\n  But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\n  Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\n  Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\n  Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\n  We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\n  Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on them\n  And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on them\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\n  I'm happy to be back man...\n  I'm tired of these haters\n  That's why I go hard like AC Slater\n  Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\n  I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\n  Uh, I'm sick of being criticized\n  That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\n  I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\n  I keep a red flag case I get penalized\n  Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\n  Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\n  It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\n  Who trying to see us? You seeing things\n  Hustle like I still pay rent man\n  Got a chest full of heart no tin man\n  Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\n  Flow wake the dead up\n  Weezy\n\n  Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\n  I'm on fire, you're just a lighter\n  You're going to wake up and realize\n"},{"id":22056008,"name":"Fed Up","trackName":"Fed Up","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Victory","duration":253.44,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\nWay these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\nBut these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\nSomebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\nShawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\nSuckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\nWe shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\nLooking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\nUh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on them\nAnd when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on them\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? You seeing things\nHustle like I still pay rent man\nGot a chest full of heart no tin man\nUh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\nFlow wake the dead up\nWeezy\n\nYeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\nI'm on fire, you're just a lighter\nYou're going to wake up and realize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory\n  duration_ms: 253440\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie I am on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they, give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\n  And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\n  Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\n  But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\n  Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\n  Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\n  Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\n  We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\n  Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on them\n  And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on them\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\n  I'm happy to be back man...\n  I'm tired of these haters\n  That's why I go hard like AC Slater\n  Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\n  I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\n  Uh, I'm sick of being criticized\n  That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\n  I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\n  I keep a red flag case I get penalized\n  Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\n  Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\n  It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\n  Who trying to see us? You seeing things\n  Hustle like I still pay rent man\n  Got a chest full of heart no tin man\n  Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\n  Flow wake the dead up\n  Weezy\n\n  Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\n  I'm on fire, you're just a lighter\n  You're going to wake up and realize\n"},{"id":16579087,"name":"Fed Up (instrumental)","trackName":"Fed Up (instrumental)","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Promo Only: Urban Club, January 2010 (disc 2)","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\nWay these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\nBut these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\nSomebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\nShawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\nSuckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\nWe shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\nLooking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\nUh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on them\nAnd when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on them\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? 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You seeing things\n  Hustle like I still pay rent man\n  Got a chest full of heart no tin man\n  Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\n  Flow wake the dead up\n  Weezy\n\n  Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\n  I'm on fire, you're just a lighter\n  You're going to wake up and realize\n"},{"id":13597406,"name":"Fed Up (instrumental)","trackName":"Fed Up (instrumental)","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Victory","duration":208.300408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\nWay these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\nBut these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\nSomebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\nShawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\nSuckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\nWe shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\nLooking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\nUh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on them\nAnd when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on them\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? You seeing things\nHustle like I still pay rent man\nGot a chest full of heart no tin man\nUh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\nFlow wake the dead up\nWeezy\n\nYeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\nI'm on fire, you're just a lighter\nYou're going to wake up and realize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up (instrumental)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory\n  duration_ms: 208300\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie I am on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they, give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\n  And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\n  Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\n  But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\n  Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\n  Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\n  Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\n  We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\n  Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on them\n  And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on them\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\n  I'm happy to be back man...\n  I'm tired of these haters\n  That's why I go hard like AC Slater\n  Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\n  I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\n  Uh, I'm sick of being criticized\n  That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\n  I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\n  I keep a red flag case I get penalized\n  Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\n  Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\n  It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\n  Who trying to see us? You seeing things\n  Hustle like I still pay rent man\n  Got a chest full of heart no tin man\n  Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\n  Flow wake the dead up\n  Weezy\n\n  Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\n  I'm on fire, you're just a lighter\n  You're going to wake up and realize\n"},{"id":4860277,"name":"Fed Up (Instrumental) [Bonus Track]","trackName":"Fed Up (Instrumental) [Bonus Track]","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Victory (Deluxe Edition)","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they, give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nNow I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nHey, I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nNow my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\nAbout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\nWay these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\nBut these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\nSomebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\nShawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\nSuckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\nWe shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\nLooking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\nUh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on them\nAnd when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on them\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? You seeing things\nHustle like I still pay rent man\nGot a chest full of heart no tin man\nUh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\nFlow wake the dead up\nWeezy\n\nYeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\nI'm on fire, you're just a lighter\nYou're going to wake up and realize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up (Instrumental) [Bonus Track]\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie I am on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they, give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  Hey, I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee\n  And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me\n  Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me\n  But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up\n  Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off\n  Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency\n  Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate?\n  We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate\n  Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke because the time's right\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on them\n  And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on them\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game\n\n  I'm happy to be back man...\n  I'm tired of these haters\n  That's why I go hard like AC Slater\n  Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\n  I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\n  Uh, I'm sick of being criticized\n  That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\n  I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\n  I keep a red flag case I get penalized\n  Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\n  Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\n  It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\n  Who trying to see us? You seeing things\n  Hustle like I still pay rent man\n  Got a chest full of heart no tin man\n  Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up\n  Flow wake the dead up\n  Weezy\n\n  Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar\n  I'm on fire, you're just a lighter\n  You're going to wake up and realize\n"},{"id":34552215,"name":"Fed Up (Prod. by Runners)","trackName":"Fed Up (Prod. by Runners)","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Victory 2010 Happy","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)\nThe streets is fed up (who else nigga?)\nWe fed up (We The Best)\nThe Runners, Usher, talk to 'em\n\nIt was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\nTaking the game, now I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted a 62, but it ended up a frisbee\nAnd me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nLeft my glove so white you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\n\nI got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me\nWay these niggas actin' you'd have thought they never knew me (Young)\nBut these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\nIt was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\nTaking the game, now I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up (Ross)\nSomebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off\nShawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\n\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\nSuckers feel me and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin' yearly\n\nWith them brown bags circulate, so I perpetrate\nWe shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\nLookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nI hope you fed up being broke because the times right, Ross\n\nIt was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\nTaking the game, now I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nUh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\nHe leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\nAnd when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest, motherfucker in the game\n\nYeah, hop out, I been in this, been breakin records since '94\nSo I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\nRecords that I hold and records that I've sold\nAnd I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeah)\nDon't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you, you a liar\nI'm on fire, you just a biter\nYou need to wake up and realize\n\nIt was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\nTaking the game, now I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up (Prod. by Runners)\n  artist: DJ Khaled\n  album: Victory 2010 Happy\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)\n  The streets is fed up (who else nigga?)\n  We fed up (We The Best)\n  The Runners, Usher, talk to 'em\n\n  It was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\n  Taking the game, now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started a 62, but it ended up a frisbee\n  And me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Left my glove so white you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n\n  I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me\n  Way these niggas actin' you'd have thought they never knew me (Young)\n  But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\n  It was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\n  Taking the game, now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off\n  Shawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n  Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin' yearly\n\n  With them brown bags circulate, so I perpetrate\n  We shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\n  Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  I hope you fed up being broke because the times right, Ross\n\n  It was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\n  Taking the game, now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\n  And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest, motherfucker in the game\n\n  Yeah, hop out, I been in this, been breakin records since '94\n  So I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n  Records that I hold and records that I've sold\n  And I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeah)\n  Don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you, you a liar\n  I'm on fire, you just a biter\n  You need to wake up and realize\n\n  It was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\n  Taking the game, now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n"},{"id":15655201,"name":"Fed Up (clean) (Promo Only clean edit)","trackName":"Fed Up (clean) (Promo Only clean edit)","artistName":"DJ Khaled","albumName":"Promo Only: Urban Radio, January 2010","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah, homie I am on my job\nAnd you can't take 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game\n\nI'm happy to be back man...\nI'm tired of these haters\nThat's why I go hard like AC Slater\nWeezy Baby here, y'all prenatal\nI just get the beat and murk it out like Frado\nUh, I'm sick of being criticized\nThat's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise\nI do it big, don't be mad because you minimized\nI keep a red flag case I get penalized\nUh, it's Young Money like you didn't know\nStop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go\nIt was all a dream, now we the Dream Team\nWho trying to see us? 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Usher, Rick Ross, Drake & Young Jeezy","albumName":"Nu Music Traxx Vol. 276 January 2010","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)\nThe streets is fed up (who else n-?)\nWe fed up (we the best)\nThe runners, Usher, talk to 'em\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me (can't take that away)\nYeah, I got my team\nAnd I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\nI got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick, and I'm tired, I get busy\nStarted a 62 but it ended up a Frisbee\nAnd me, I like to sit at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nLeft my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n\n'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\nWay these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\nBut these n- know me and half them n- owe me\nI'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team\nAnd I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\nI got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\nSomebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\nShorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\nMade history but now we claimin' victory\nGet ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n\nSuckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\nLike IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\nWe shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\nLookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nI hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team\nAnd I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\nI got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nUh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\nHe leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n\"And when they give you their shoulders, never 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me\n[00:45.56] Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n[00:48.35] 'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n[00:50.94] I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n[00:53.78] I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\n[00:56.64] Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n[00:59.49] But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n[01:02.03] I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n[01:03.54] It was all a dream\n[01:04.99] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[01:08.86] Yeah, I got my team\n[01:10.43] And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[01:14.83] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[01:20.29] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[01:22.95] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[01:26.45] I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n[01:29.08] Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\n[01:32.02] Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\n[01:34.52] Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\n[01:37.31] Made history but now we claimin' victory\n[01:39.85] Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n[01:42.77] Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n[01:44.93] Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\n[01:47.32] Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\n[01:50.34] We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\n[01:53.11] Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n[01:55.68] I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n[01:57.52] It was all a dream\n[01:58.93] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[02:03.03] Yeah, I got my team\n[02:04.39] And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[02:08.86] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[02:14.19] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[02:16.95] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[02:20.59] Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n[02:23.37] He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n[02:25.98] \"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on 'em\"\n[02:28.59] \"And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n[02:32.20] And the question still remains\n[02:33.53] Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n[02:36.07] N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\n[02:38.97] And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n[02:41.36] Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\n[02:43.91] So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n[02:46.94] Records that I hold, and records that I've sold\n[02:49.32] And I'm fed up 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And me, I like to sit at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n\n  'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\n  Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n  But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n  I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up 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me\n[00:45.54] Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n[00:48.37] 'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n[00:50.97] I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n[00:53.75] I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\n[00:56.63] Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n[00:59.45] But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n[01:02.05] I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n[01:03.50] It was all a dream\n[01:04.97] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[01:08.88] Yeah, I got my team\n[01:10.41] And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[01:14.88] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[01:20.26] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[01:22.91] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[01:26.43] I'm sick and tired of 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tired\n  start_ms: 82910\n  end_ms: 86430\n- text: I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  start_ms: 86430\n  end_ms: 89020\n- text: Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\n  start_ms: 89020\n  end_ms: 92070\n- text: Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\n  start_ms: 92070\n  end_ms: 94590\n- text: Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\n  start_ms: 94590\n  end_ms: 97390\n- text: Made history but now we claimin' victory\n  start_ms: 97390\n  end_ms: 99900\n- text: Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n  start_ms: 99900\n  end_ms: 102730\n- text: Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n  start_ms: 102730\n  end_ms: 104940\n- text: Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\n  start_ms: 104940\n  end_ms: 107380\n- text: Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\n  start_ms: 107380\n  end_ms: 110360\n- text: We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\n  start_ms: 110360\n  end_ms: 113140\n- text: Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  start_ms: 113140\n  end_ms: 115610\n- text: I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n  start_ms: 115610\n  end_ms: 117590\n- text: It was all a dream\n  start_ms: 117590\n  end_ms: 118920\n- text: Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  start_ms: 118920\n  end_ms: 123080\n- text: Yeah, I got my team\n  start_ms: 123080\n  end_ms: 124360\n- text: And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  start_ms: 124360\n  end_ms: 128830\n- text: I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  start_ms: 128830\n  end_ms: 134110\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  start_ms: 134110\n  end_ms: 136930\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n  start_ms: 136930\n  end_ms: 140590\n- text: Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  start_ms: 140590\n  end_ms: 143370\n- text: He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n  start_ms: 143370\n  end_ms: 145950\n- text: '\"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on ''em\"'\n  start_ms: 145950\n  end_ms: 148550\n- text: '\"And when they love you to death, just never die on ''em\"'\n  start_ms: 148550\n  end_ms: 152210\n- text: And the question still remains\n  start_ms: 152210\n  end_ms: 153550\n- text: Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  start_ms: 153550\n  end_ms: 156000\n- text: N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\n  start_ms: 156000\n  end_ms: 158990\n- text: And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n  start_ms: 158990\n  end_ms: 161360\n- text: Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\n  start_ms: 161360\n  end_ms: 163980\n- text: So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n  start_ms: 163980\n  end_ms: 166940\n- text: Records that I hold, and records that I've sold\n  start_ms: 166940\n  end_ms: 169380\n- text: And I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\n  start_ms: 169380\n  end_ms: 173430\n- text: Don't bite the hand of your provider\n  start_ms: 173430\n  end_ms: 175460\n- text: '''Cause man, if I ain''t influenced you, you a liar'\n  start_ms: 175460\n  end_ms: 178260\n- text: I'm on fire, you just a biter\n  start_ms: 178260\n  end_ms: 180810\n- text: You need to wake up and realize\n  start_ms: 180810\n  end_ms: 182360\n- text: It was all a dream\n  start_ms: 182360\n  end_ms: 183350\n- text: Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  start_ms: 183350\n  end_ms: 187540\n- text: Yeah, I got my team\n  start_ms: 187540\n  end_ms: 188980\n- text: And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  start_ms: 188980\n  end_ms: 193450\n- text: I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  start_ms: 193450\n  end_ms: 198890\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  start_ms: 198890\n  end_ms: 201620\n- text: I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n  start_ms: 201620\n  end_ms: 206040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 206040\nplain: |-\n  DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)\n  The streets is fed up (who else n-?)\n  We fed up (we the best)\n  The runners, Usher, talk to 'em\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me (can't take that away)\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick, and I'm tired, I get busy\n  Started a 62 but it ended up a Frisbee\n  And me, I like to sit at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n\n  'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\n  Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n  But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n  I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\n  Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\n  Made history but now we claimin' victory\n  Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n\n  Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n  Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\n  Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\n  We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\n  Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n  \"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on 'em\"\n  \"And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n  N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\n  And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n\n  Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\n  So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n  Records that I hold, and records that I've sold\n  And I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\n  Don't bite the hand of your provider\n  'Cause man, if I ain't influenced you, you a liar\n  I'm on fire, you just a biter\n  You need to wake up and realize\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n"},{"id":34869151,"name":"Fed Up","trackName":"Fed Up","artistName":"DJ Khaled Feat․ Usher, Jeezy, Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne","albumName":"Victory","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick of them tired, I gets busy\nStarted 62, what ended up a frisbee\nAnd me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nLeft my glove, so why you thought I brought Jermaine with me?\n'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\nI got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me\nWay these niggas actin' you'd have though they never knew me (Young)\nBut these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross)\nSomebody catch the chain; I'm 'bout to tear his head off\nShawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet ya out da white house; go back to your efficiency\nSuckahs finny and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin; yearly!\nWith them brown bags, circulate so why I perpetrate\nWe shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\nLookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right\nOh, you better be broke cuz the time's right\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nUh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\nHe leaned over and told just don't retire on 'em\nAnd when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\nAnd when they love you to death, never die on 'em\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest, muthafuckah in the game\n\nYeah I've been in this been breaking records since '94\nSo I ain't gotta brag about records that I've brought\nRecords that I hold\nRecords that I've sold\nMan I'm fed up with these niggas, believe in my lingo\nYeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you; you a liar\nI'm on fire; you used to light up\nYou're gonna wake up and realize-\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah I got my team\nAnd I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah I got my foot in the door\nStill hustling for more\nChecking the game\nYeah I'm back in the light\nYeah I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nHey I'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up\n  artist: DJ Khaled Feat․ Usher, Jeezy, Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne\n  album: Victory\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick of them tired, I gets busy\n  Started 62, what ended up a frisbee\n  And me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Left my glove, so why you thought I brought Jermaine with me?\n  'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me\n  Way these niggas actin' you'd have though they never knew me (Young)\n  But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  Somebody catch the chain; I'm 'bout to tear his head off\n  Shawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get ya out da white house; go back to your efficiency\n  Suckahs finny and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin; yearly!\n  With them brown bags, circulate so why I perpetrate\n  We shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\n  Lookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right\n  Oh, you better be broke cuz the time's right\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  Hey I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  He leaned over and told just don't retire on 'em\n  And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\n  And when they love you to death, never die on 'em\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest, muthafuckah in the game\n\n  Yeah I've been in this been breaking records since '94\n  So I ain't gotta brag about records that I've brought\n  Records that I hold\n  Records that I've sold\n  Man I'm fed up with these niggas, believe in my lingo\n  Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you; you a liar\n  I'm on fire; you used to light up\n  You're gonna wake up and realize-\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah I got my team\n  And I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah I got my foot in the door\n  Still hustling for more\n  Checking the game\n  Yeah I'm back in the light\n  Yeah I'm fed 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bread up)\nMade history but now we claimin' victory\nGet ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n\nSuckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\nLike IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\nLet them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\nWe shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\nLookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nI hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team\nAnd I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\nI got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nUh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\nHe leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n\"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on 'em\"\n\"And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\nN- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\nAnd somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n\nYeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\nSo, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\nRecords that I hold, and records that I've sold\nAnd I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\nDon't bite the hand of your provider\n'Cause man, if I ain't influenced you, you a liar\nI'm on fire, you just a biter\nYou need to wake up and realize\n\nIt was all a dream\nYeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team\nAnd I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\nI got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\nI'm fed up (ay), I'm so 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me\n[00:45.54] Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n[00:48.37] 'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n[00:50.97] I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n[00:53.75] I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\n[00:56.63] Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n[00:59.45] But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n[01:02.05] I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n[01:03.50] It was all a dream\n[01:04.97] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[01:08.88] Yeah, I got my team\n[01:10.41] And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[01:14.88] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[01:20.26] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[01:22.91] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[01:26.43] I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n[01:29.02] Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off (ha)\n[01:32.07] Shorty bendin' over, know I'm 'bout to tear it up (tear it up)\n[01:34.59] Before you let your top back, get your bread up (your bread up)\n[01:37.39] Made history but now we claimin' victory\n[01:39.90] Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n[01:42.73] Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n[01:44.94] Like IRS, you wonderin' what I'm makin' yearly\n[01:47.38] Let them brown bags circulate (stack), so I perpetrate (never)\n[01:50.36] We shinin' in the bottom 'cause we down to twekalate\n[01:53.14] Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n[01:55.61] I hope you fed up bein' broke because the times right (Ross)\n[01:57.59] It was all a dream\n[01:58.92] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[02:03.08] Yeah, I got my team\n[02:04.36] And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[02:08.83] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[02:14.11] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[02:16.93] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[02:20.59] Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n[02:23.37] He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\"\n[02:25.95] \"And when they give you their shoulders, never cry on 'em\"\n[02:28.55] \"And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n[02:32.21] And the question still remains\n[02:33.55] Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain?\n[02:36.00] N- dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name\n[02:38.99] And somehow, I'm still the hottest motherf- in the game\n[02:41.36] Yeah, how 'bout I been in this, been breakin' records since '94?\n[02:43.98] So, I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n[02:46.94] Records that I hold, and records that I've sold\n[02:49.38] And I'm fed up with these n- relievin' my lingo (yeah)\n[02:53.43] Don't bite the hand of your provider\n[02:55.46] 'Cause man, if I ain't influenced you, you a liar\n[02:58.26] I'm on fire, you just a biter\n[03:00.81] You need to wake up and realize\n[03:02.36] It was all a dream\n[03:03.35] Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n[03:07.54] Yeah, I got my team\n[03:08.98] And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n[03:13.45] I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n[03:18.89] I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n[03:21.62] I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n[03:26.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up (Feat. 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And me, I like to sit at the stove until I'm dizzy\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Left my glove so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n\n  'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up)\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n  I got n- tryna sue, me b- tryna do me\n  Way these n- actin', you'd a thought they never knew me\n  But these n- know me and half them n- owe me\n  I'm fed up, probably why I'm actin' like the old me (yeah, yeah)\n\n  It was all a dream\n  Yeah, homie, I am on my job, and you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me (see me, n-) and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers, so now I'm fed up 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 Yeah, I got my team\n  And I got all of my n- behind me, and they give me the love I need (yeah)\n  I got my foot in the door, we still hustlin' for more, check in the game and back in the light (yeah)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm fed up (ay)\n  I'm fed up (ay), I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n"},{"id":1453343,"name":"Fed Up","trackName":"Fed Up","artistName":"DJ Khaled feat. Usher, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne","albumName":"Victory","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)\nThe streets is fed up (who else nigga?)\nWe fed up (We The Best)\nThe Runners, Usher, talk to 'em\n\nIt was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\nTaking the game, now I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI am absolutely positively on my grizzy\nEven though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\nStarted a 62, but it ended up a frisbee\nAnd me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n\nBall so hard it's like I brought the game with me\nLeft my glove so white you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\nI give it all up before I let the fame get me\n\nI got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me\nWay these niggas actin' you'd have thought they never knew me (Young)\nBut these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\nI'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\nIt was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\nTaking the game, now I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nI'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up (Ross)\nSomebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off\nShawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\nBefore you let your top back, get your bread up\n\nMade history, but now we claiming victory\nGet ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\nSuckers feel me and I know you haters hear me\nLike the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin' yearly\n\nWith them brown bags circulate, so I perpetrate\nWe shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\nLookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\nI hope you fed up being broke because the times right, Ross\n\nIt was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\nTaking the game, now I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\nUh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\nHe leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\nAnd when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\nAnd when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n\nAnd the question still remains\nHave I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\nNiggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\nAnd somehow I'm still the hottest, motherfucker in the game\n\nYeah, hop out, I been in this, been breakin records since '94\nSo I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\nRecords that I hold and records that I've sold\nAnd I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeah)\nDon't bite the hand of your provider\nYou say that I ain't influence you, you a liar\nI'm on fire, you just a biter\nYou need to wake up and realize\n\nIt was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\nAnd you can't take that away from me\nYeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\nAnd they give me the love I need\nYeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\nTaking the game, now I'm back in the light\nYeah, I'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up (hey)\nI'm fed up\nI'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fed Up\n  artist: DJ Khaled feat. Usher, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne\n  album: Victory\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)\n  The streets is fed up (who else nigga?)\n  We fed up (We The Best)\n  The Runners, Usher, talk to 'em\n\n  It was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\n  Taking the game, now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I am absolutely positively on my grizzy\n  Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy\n  Started a 62, but it ended up a frisbee\n  And me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy\n\n  Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me\n  Left my glove so white you thought I brought Jermaine with me\n  'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me\n  I give it all up before I let the fame get me\n\n  I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me\n  Way these niggas actin' you'd have thought they never knew me (Young)\n  But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me\n  I'm fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me\n\n  It was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\n  Taking the game, now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up (Ross)\n  Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off\n  Shawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up\n  Before you let your top back, get your bread up\n\n  Made history, but now we claiming victory\n  Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies\n  Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me\n  Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin' yearly\n\n  With them brown bags circulate, so I perpetrate\n  We shinin' than the bottom cuz we're down to twerkulate\n  Lookin' at the parking lot, better get your mind right\n  I hope you fed up being broke because the times right, Ross\n\n  It was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\n  Taking the game, now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n\n  Uh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em\n  He leaned over and told me, \"Just don't retire on 'em\n  And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em\n  And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em\"\n\n  And the question still remains\n  Have I counted all the money that I managed to obtain?\n  Niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name\n  And somehow I'm still the hottest, motherfucker in the game\n\n  Yeah, hop out, I been in this, been breakin records since '94\n  So I ain't gotta brag about records that I've broke\n  Records that I hold and records that I've sold\n  And I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeah)\n  Don't bite the hand of your provider\n  You say that I ain't influence you, you a liar\n  I'm on fire, you just a biter\n  You need to wake up and realize\n\n  It was all a dream, yeah, homie I'm on my job\n  And you can't take that away from me\n  Yeah, I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me\n  And they give me the love I need\n  Yeah, I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more\n  Taking the game, now I'm back in the light\n  Yeah, I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up (hey)\n  I'm fed up\n  I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired\n"}]