Work

Lyrics

[Intro: Brandon Banks] Your name is Emekwanem Ibemakanam Ogugua Biosah Emekwanem means, "Don't fuck with me" And the word don't fuck with me, means don't mess with me Ibemakanam Ogugua Biosah do not ever think of making me mad Because if I get mad North Korea will my buddy Cuh-rip [Part 1] [Verse 1] Used to, used to, used to stash the package in the mattress or the sofa, uh Mama kept complaining 'bout the marijuana odor, uh Had a brick of molly when the lawman pulled me over, uh I was putting keys in the motor like Toyota, uh Used the Karo pints, I fucked a lot of niggas over, uh So I bought a pipe and kept the toaster with the holster, uh Used to ask my brother why he cook with baking soda, uh Told me I won't understand this life until I'm older, uh [Chorus] Work that work, uh, had to work my work, yeah Work the work, uh, workin' with the work, yeah Work my work, ayy, workin' with my work, ayy Work the work, ayy, workin' with the work, ayy Work that work, uh, had to work my work, uh Work the work, workin', uh with the work, yeah Work my work, ayy, workin' with my work, ayy Work the work, ayy, workin' with the work, ayy [Verse 2] Granny always bitchin' 'bout me saggin' at my britches So I got to whippin' with extension cord and switches, uh Mama used to tell me stay my ass up out the trenches But I never listened, hit the trenches, started Crippin', uh Posted on the block, Glock tucked with the Hoovers, uh I was selling rocks to a cluck like a rooster, uh Math teacher ask me, "Maxo, why I'm always skippin'?" Uh I was trappin' fractions after school like detention, uh Broke as hell we had to manage, chicken noodle, syrup sandwich Ju, Madu, Lil' Josh, and Alice, had no beds, we slept on pallets Daddy was a swiper and my mama was a booster Cousin Pooh, he was a killer, all my uncles, they some losers, uh My brother Ju was janky, niggas robbin' andale, uh 'Til I went inside his room and stole his AK Stupid-ass decision, I regret it everyday A nigga caught him slippin', shot him right inside the face *Gunshot* [Outro] Cuh-rip [Part 2] [Chorus] Went from whippings with a belt, to whippin' like a chef, uh Cookin' with my left, uh, cocaine and meth, uh Pops locked in jail, uh, Glock on my shelf Murder block, bang my set, slangin' pot, Percocet [Verse] When I was twelve I went from Chuck-E-Cheese to selling work to fiends Now I'm grown as hell, the trap the only thing that work for me DJ, Money, Lindo, Ceelo, Justin, DeAndre, CBD In a four-door, Buick stolo that we took from H.E.B Stupid shit, I used to do, trap for tennis shoes My bars like inner tube, I'm crash like Bandicoot See the streets is all I knew, pimps and prostitutes I never owned a suit, uh, I was known to shoot Now I want that Bentley Coupe, shootin' stars inside my roof Where I'm from, if you a star, you handle rocks or shootin' hoops My dad was locked up, doing time for crackin' cars for revenue Twice a week he call my line, to preach and tell me what to do Told me, "Follow mama rules, read my book, go to school" But instead I bought a tool, hit the trap with Janky Ju Shake, residue, fast money grew But I needed something new, hit the stu' and worked the booth So I [Outro] Put in work, uh, had to put in work, uh Work my work, uh, workin' with the work, uh Put in work, uh, had to put in—, yeah Put in work (Work, work), work with the work Had to jugg my work, work with the work Had to work my work, uh, put in work (Work, work) Put in work (Work)