Maxo Kream - Work lyrics

[Intro] Your name is Emekwanem [?] Ogugua Biosah Emekwanem means don't f** with me And the word don't f** with me means don't mess with me [?] do not ever think of making me mad Because if I get mad... Do not ever carry on with my boy CARRY ON [Verse 1] Used to stash the package in the mattress or the sofa Mama kept complaining bout the marijuana odour Had a brick of molly when the lawman pulled me over I was putting keys in the motor like Toyota Used the Karo paints, I f**ed a lot of n***as over So I bought a pipe and kept the toaster with the holster Used to ask my brother why he cook with baking soda Told me I won't understand this life until I'm older [Hook] Work that work Had to work my work Work the work Working with the work Work that work Working with my work Work the work Working with the work Work that work Had to work my work Work the work Working with the work Work that work Working with my work Work the work Working with the work [Verse 2] Grannie always b**hin bout me saggin at my britches So I gotta whip and with extension cord and stitches Mama used to tell me stay my a** up out the trenches But I never listened, hit the trenches, started Crippin' Posted on the block, Glock tucked with the hoovers I was selling rocks to 2 a cluck like a rooster Maths teacher ask me Maxo why I'm always skippin I was trappin fractions afterschool like detention Broke as hell we had to manage Chicken noodle, syrup sandwich [?] Had no beds, we slept on pallets Daddy was a swiper and my mama was a booster Cause [?] was a k**er, all my uncles they some losers My brother [?] was janky, robbin n***as andale Till I went inside his room and stole his AK Stupid a** decision, I regret it everyday A n***a caught him slippin, shot him right inside his face CARRYUP {Beat switch} [Hook 2] Went from whippin's with a belt To whippin' like a chef Cookin' with my left Co-cain, and meth Pops locked in jail Glock on my shelf Murder block be my set Slangin' pot, percocet [Verse 3] 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 [?] In a 4 door, Buick [?] that we stole from [?] Stupid sh** 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 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 shooting hoops My dad was locked up doing time for crackhead caught for revenue Twice a week he call my line, the preacher 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 goo But I needed something new Hit the stu' and worked the booth So I [Outro] Put in work Had to put in work Work my work Working with the work Put in work Had to put in.. yuh Put in work, work, work Work with the work Had to [?] my work Work with the work Had to work my work Put in work work work Put in work work