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Your name is Emekwanem [?] Ogugua Biosah Emekwanem means "don't fuck with me" And the word don't fuck 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 Cuh-rip 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 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 SongtexteGranny 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 Hew 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 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 [?], 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, goop 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 show my work, work with the work Had to work my work, put in work (work, work) Put in work (work) Aus Songtexte Mania