Fed Up

Original

Take off the Gucci, the Louis, the watches and chains

Put Wally in the jungle with the killers and he coming out the same

I just paid my rent with my distro

I used to rob with a plastic pistol

I used to run around the hood wearing fake gold

Now I'm finna have the whole game in a chokehold

My whole life is a story but it's untold

Tell me, can you read through the gun smoke?

No matter how far I go

In my head, I'm in the hood and it ain't no place better

I need somebody

I'm about to break these chains

I'm about to make a way

I'm about to break away

My hands is up today

Persecuting me for who I am

Just because you wasn't born this way, I

I'm fed up

Some days it's hard for me to keep my head up

But that don't mean I stop, I still gotta get my bread up

So when that shit get hard, lil' nigga, keep your head up