Wax On (Feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Yeah, yeah
 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 them 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 them 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 complaining, 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 getting 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 them 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 them like a freight
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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 falling off
 Bitch, I invented this shit, they can't fuck with the Kane
 Shit just be popping off
 Straight out of Gary with niggas that'd kill you for fame
 Ripping this water off
 Crack in the back of the 'Lac, I'ma hit me 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 whipping
 'Cause the fumes was making my face itch
 The Perc' gon' 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 them 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 them 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 them 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 them like a fade, yeah