Wax On Injury Reserve (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)
"Wax On" by Injury Reserve featuring Freddie Gibbs, released in 2021, is a hip-hop track that blends intricate wordplay with sharp social commentary. The lyrics explore themes of ambition, resilience, and the challenges of navigating the music industry. Gibbs delivers a powerful verse that highlights personal struggles and triumphs. Musically, the song features experimental production with layered beats and a dynamic flow, showcasing Injury Reserve's innovative style. The collaboration has garnered attention for its boldness and authenticity, contributing to the duo's cultural significance in contemporary rap. #HipHop
[Intro]
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Ritchie with a T]
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
Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight
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
Ban up, clan up, ram ’em like a freight
[Verse 1: Stepa J. Groggs & Ritchie with a T]
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
This 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)
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Ritchie with a T]
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
Ban up, clan up, ram 'em like a freight
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
Ban up, clan up, ram ’em like a freight
[Verse 1: Stepa J. Groggs & Ritchie with a T]
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
This 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)
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