Work

[Intro]
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
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, 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 2]
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 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
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)