Injury Reserve, Freddie Gibbs - Wax On lyrics

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)

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