Wax On
Injury Reserve Lyrics

Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah
Build up your wealth slowly and steadily, don't rush the process.

Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah
Don't be afraid to fight for what you believe in, even if it means facing adversity or danger.

Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait, yeah
Repeat the process of accumulating wealth and strengthening your character until you achieve your goals.

Band up, clanned up, ram 'em like a fade, yeah
Stay loyal to your crew and don't be afraid to take on anyone who gets in your way.

I came way too damn far to stop now, uh
I've worked too hard and overcome too much to give up now.

I hit rock bottom, been on that ground, uh
I've experienced failure and defeat in the past.

Always managed to go get back up, uh
But I've always found a way to pick myself back up and keep going.

Forever on my own, uh, no backup
I'm used to relying on myself, without the help of others or a safety net.

Gotten less checks since I got the blue one
Despite achieving success, my finances haven't necessarily improved.

So please tell me what the fuck that verifies
I'm questioning whether traditional markers of success, like having money, are really worth the effort and sacrifice.

Twitter feeds don't feed my daughter
Social media attention doesn't pay the bills or provide for my family.

If I could sell that mothafucka, I would cash it in
If I could monetize my popularity online, I would.

Cop a crib in Santa Cruz, never see my ass again
I dream of retiring to a peaceful place like Santa Cruz, free from the stress and demands of my current lifestyle.

This past year, I seen more time on the road than at home
I've spent more time traveling for work than being with my loved ones.

Not complainin', it's alright, yeah, I signed up for this life
I'm not complaining, because I chose this lifestyle and the opportunities it brings.

Got my homies on the left, got my family on the right
I have a strong support system of friends and family who have my back.

Ain't shit changed other than the fact I'm gettin' old
Despite my success, I'm aware that time is passing and I'm getting older.

Never been the type to do a fuckin' thing that I was told
I've always been independent and unafraid to go against the grain.

A lot of niggas try to make it here, but most of them just fold
Many people aspire to my level of success, but few are able to handle the challenges and pressure that come with it.

Stove off, stove on, dope on my stovetop, yeah
I've cooked up drugs in my kitchen using a makeshift stove.

Percy Miller, ice cream, my glass pop, yeah
I'm drinking codeine syrup mixed with soda, and it's causing the glass to fizz or 'pop.'

Gang, gang, world tour, my shows been sold out, yeah
I'm successful and in-demand, performing to sold-out crowds around the world.

I used to fuck strippers on that stop, yeah
I've had sexual encounters with strippers in the past.

"Freddie, you fallin' off"
People are accusing me of losing my edge or relevance.

Bitch, I invented this shit, they can't fuck with the Kane
I am a pioneer of this rap game and no one can surpass my skills.

Shit just be poppin' off
My career is still thriving and taking off in new directions.

Straight out of Gary with niggas that'd kill you for fame
I'm from a rough neighborhood and grew up with people who would do anything for success.

Rippin' this water off
I'm stealing from someone's water supply or 'dope' stash.

Crack in the back of the 'Lac, I'ma hit me stain
I've hidden drugs in the trunk of my car, and I plan to sell them and make a profit.

They better call the law
I may be caught or discovered by the authorities.

I can't go back to the jail, I'll go out in a blaze
I refuse to go back to prison, and would rather die than be captured.

Out in a blaze, bitch, couple off of safe shit
I'm willing to take extreme risks to protect my money and avoid getting caught.

Feel these drugs kickin' in my system when the bass kick
I feel the effects of the drugs I've taken when the music's bass kicks in.

Used to cook the dope up on the hotplate in the basement
I've cooked or manufactured drugs in my home, using crude equipment or utensils.

Masked up while I'm whippin' 'cause the fumes was makin' my face itch
I've worn a mask or protective gear while cooking drugs, because the fumes were causing a skin irritation or reaction.

The Perc' gon' make my face itch, wrist work
The codeine I'm drinking is going to make me itchy, but I'm still able to work efficiently.

Dope game hard, the rap game a breeze
Making a living through selling drugs is more difficult than being a successful rapper.

Freestyle, hit a lick, get my cheese
I improvise my lyrics and make money off my talent and creativity.

Get a brick, make it flip like trapeze
I buy and sell drugs in bulk and make a large profit by 'flipping' it for a higher price.

Think sweet with a bitch on her knees
I enjoy having sex or receiving oral sex from women.

IG, fuckin' hoes off the feed
I meet women to have sex with through social media platforms like Instagram.

Think sweet with a bitch on the beat (Yeah, yeah)
I'm sexually aroused by women performing music, or by the combination of music and sex.