Work - Maxo Kream

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 be my buddy

Cuh-rip

Part 1

Used to stash the package in the mattress or the sofa

Mama kept complaining 'bout the marijuana odor

Had a brick of molly when the lawman pulled me over

I was putting keys in the motor like Toyota

Used the Karo pints, I fucked a lot of niggas 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

Work that work, had to work my work

Work the work, workin' with the work

Work that work, workin' with my work

Work the work, workin' with the work

Work that work, had to work my work

Work the work, workin' with the work

Work that work, workin' with my work

Work the work, workin' with the work

Granny always bitchin' 'bout me saggin' at my britches

So I got to whippin' with extension cord and switches

Mama used to tell me stay my ass 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 a cluck like a rooster

Math teacher ask me, Maxo, why I’m always skippin'

I was trappin' fractions after school like detention

Broke as hell we had to manage, chicken noodle, syrup sandwich

Jew, Medulla, Josh, and Alex, 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

My brother Ju was janky, niggas robbin' andale

'Till 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

Cuh-rip

Part 2

Went from whippings with a belt, to whippin' like a chef

Cookin' with my left, cocaine and meth

Pops locked in jail, Glock on my shelf

Murder block, bang my set, slangin' pot, Percocet

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, DeAndre, CBD

In a 4 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, 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

Put in work, had to put in work

Work my work, workin' with the work

Put in work, had to put in. yuh

Put in work (work, work), work with the work

Had to jugg my work, work with the work

Had to work my work, put in work (work, work)

Put in work (work)