Fed Up Lyrics

I've been tryna change my ways, gotta be a better man

I know that my son lookin' up to me, gotta make a plan

Remember all them days when I was broke, couldn't do a thing

Mama always tellin' me, get a job, go be a man

But I work the streets like a nine to five so I can't make it home

Been on my own since I was young, ain't know which way to go

I was out in Charlotte with them street niggas we was sellin' dope

Don't give a fuck about what you did, that shit ain't shake me, bro

Reminiscing bout the times, down and out, fucked up

Niggas that I looked up to ain't even wanna pick me up

Switch it up, now they call my phone, I don't pick it up

Where you at? I'm flyin' to the islands just to see what's up

Different bag, lookin' at investments, tryna make it back

Danielle just told me that she tryna do some bigger things

Bigger things, every time we talk, come up with a plan

Grateful that I met you, cause on God I wasn't ready then

Tell you that I love you, but I'm better off showin' it

You say that you want me, is it for now or forever, babe

You say that you want me, is it for now or forever, babe?

I been turnin' down, had to get my mental straight

I be in the hood with the killers in the paint

Swear to God, some of my niggas ain't even here today

Lost some friends, they in and out, people change, ain't a doubt

Pussy nigga can't take me out, I been standin' ten toes down

How I'm 'posed to change up now? Run the city, run the town

Niggas tryna get at me, but I been tryna get at you

He been on a long run, AK bullets, they gon' spray at you

Hit him, that's a home run, do him bad, they can't even look at you

Damn I hate the time when a mother cry, cause her son fell

Niggas doin' street shit since a child, they don't know better

I been in the street shit for a while, but I'm so fed up

So fed up, tired of them losses

So fed up, niggas that done cross me

So fed up, I'm so fed up

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I been tryna change my ways, gotta be a better man

I know that my son lookin' up to me, gotta make a plan

Remember all them days when I was broke, couldn't do a thing

Mama always tellin' me, get a job, go be a man

But I work the streets like nine to five, so I can't make it home

Been on my own since I was young, ain't know which way to go

I was out in Charlotte with them street niggas, we was sellin' dope

Don't give a fuck about what you did, that shit ain't shake me, bro

Reminiscing bout the times, down and out, fucked up

Niggas that I looked up to ain't even wanna pick me up

Switch it up, now they call my phone, I don't pick it up

Where you at? I'm flyin' to the islands just to see what's up!