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Mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah Mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm 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 Band up, clanned up, ram 'em like a fade, 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 Band up, clanned up, ram ’em like a fade, yeah 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 SongtexteThis past year, I seen more time on the road than at home Not complainin’, 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 gettin' 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 Band up, clanned up, ram 'em like a fade, yeah 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) Band up, clanned up, ram 'em like a fade, yeah (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 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 fallin’ off" Bitch, I invented this shit, they can't fuck with the Kane Shit just be poppin’ off Straight out of Gary with niggas that'd kill you for fame Rippin' 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 whippin' 'cause the fumes was makin' 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 Band up, clanned up, ram 'em like a fade, 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 Band up, clanned up, ram 'em like a fade, 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 Band up, clanned up, ram 'em like a fade, 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 Band up, clanned up, ram 'em like a fade, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania