FED UP

I been so fed up
They saying I'm next up
So I can't let up
But I need bread up
Keepin my head up
They Try get me set up
I get you wet up
Cus I been so fed up

I see my views ain't been matching my fund
They keep saying that my time a come
My homies called said he back on the run
No love in my city gotta ride wit a gun
Mommy I love you ain't raise me to run
I am the goat I put on where I'm from
Need me a loft tired of counting these crumbs
Stack them blue Hunnits and move out the slums
I gotta win I'm so tired of losing
Tryna rich off of this music
Niggaz be hating don't think I could do it
Meeting wit labels they jacking the movement
Triple on me I be ready to use it
Cops just harass us and watch what we doing
But never here when these niggaz come shooting
Can't trust ya family shit be confusing
Standing ovation
I give the hood motivation
These ppl don't know what I'm facing
Dead bodies and blood on the pavement
I was so hopeless and faithless
If u been the struggle embrace it
Only got one shot I can't miss
To go from basic to greatness
Niggaz just talking that money is calling
And I gotta go get it right now
Amari the denim hop out the phantom
Wit blood on my shoes bring the spikes out
Bust down the AP and flood all the Cubans
So I can shine bright when the lights out
But I don't got none of that need me a hunnit pack con-ed
Just shut all the lights out

I been so fed up
They saying I'm next up
So I can't let up
But I need bread up
Keepin my head up
They Try get me set up
I get u wet up
Cus I been so fed up

I see my views ain't been matching my fund
They keep saying that my time a come
My homies called said he back on the run
No love in my city gotta ride wit a gun
Mommy I love you ain't raise me to run
I am the goat I put on where I'm from
Need me a loft tired of counting these crumbs
Stack them blue Hunnits and move out the slums
My Body numb And I'm sick of the pain
When is this shit gonna change
Can't trust every nigga yelling out gang
Niggaz be moving to strange
Fighting depressing I'm tryna stay sane
I want the fortune not fame
Heart cold I got ice in my vines
Homicide thoughts all on my brain
Niggas be thinking shit sweet
They tryna prove that they street
I'm tryna move from the streets
I need a crib on the beach
Been in the field got blood on my clits
Watch the bitches that u let in ya sheets
My nigga banga got killed in his sleep
Probably why a nigga barely could sleep
Stressing on campus stuck in my dorm
Didn't have money for shit
That financial aid money wasn't for class
I had to me some zips
Risking my scholarship stuffing that work in the whip
Niggaz was bustin them licks
Drop out of college and 16 then dropped out the clip
My life is as real as it gets

I been so fed up
They saying I'm next up
So I can't let up
But I need bread up
Keeping my head up
They Try get me set up
I get you wet up
Cus I been so fed up



Credits
Writer(s): Dwight Gist
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