Wax On - Injury Reserve, Freddie Gibbs

Mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm

Yeah, yeah

Mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm

Yeah, yeah

Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah

Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait, yeah

Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight

Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah

Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait

Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight

I came way too damn far to stop now, uh

I hit rock bottom, been on that ground, uh

Always managed to go get back up, uh

Forever on my own, uh, no backup

Gotten less checks since I got the blue one

So please tell me what the fuck that verifies

Twitter feeds don’t feed my daughter

If I could sell that mothafucka, I would cash it in

Cop a crib in Santa Cruz, never see my ass again

Don’t get it twisted, I still love it, though

This past year, I seen more time on the road than at home

Not complainin', it’s alright, yeah, I signed up for this life

Got my homies on the left, got my family on the right

And they all tell you, same nigga, different zip code

Ain’t shit changed other than the fact I’m gettin' old

Never been the type to do a fuckin' thing that I was told

A lot of niggas try to make it here, but most of them just fold

(Yeah, yeah)

Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah

Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait, yeah

Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight

Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait

(Yeah, yeah)

Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight

(Yeah, yeah)

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My stovetop, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Glass pop, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

It’s sold out, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Strippers on that stop, yeah

Stove off, stove on, dope on my stovetop, yeah

Percy Miller, ice cream, my glass pop, yeah

Gang, gang, world tour, my shows been sold out, yeah

I used to fuck strippers on that stop, yeah

«Freddie, you fallin' off»

Bitch, I invented this shit, they can’t fuck with the Kane

Shit just be poppin' off

Straight out of Gary with niggas that’d kill you for fame

Rippin' this water off

Crack in the back of the 'Lac, I’ma hit me a stain

They better call the law

I can’t go back to the jail, I’ll go out in a blaze

Out in a blaze, bitch, couple off of safe shit

Feel these drugs kickin' in my system when the bass kick

Used to cook the dope up on the hotplate in the basement

Masked up while I’m whippin' 'cause the fumes make my face itch

The cocoa make my face itch, wrist work

Dope game hard, the rap game a breeze

Freestyle, hit a lick, get my cheese

Get a brick, make it flip like trapeze

Think sweet with a bitch on her knees

IG, fuckin' hoes off the feed

Think sweet with a bitch on the beat (Yeah, yeah)

Sweet with a bitch on the be-

Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah

Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait, yeah

Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight, yeah

Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah

Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait

Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight, yeah

Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah

Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait, yeah

Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight, yeah

Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah

Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait

Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight, yeah