WORK RATE

[Intro]
I need more volume man
B3 you already know

[Hook]
Yeah I pull up to the booth
Pattern the wave
Out here countin the ways
Me and my dawgs gonna get paid
Came from the minimum wage
Now we all over the stage
We do not move bait
We put in the work rate
We put in the work rate

[Verse 1]
I pull up in Nikes (pull up)
Tell em what is on my physci (I do)
Share what I've been cooking nightly (chef, chef)
Food for your soul
Rhymes for your mind it's a likkle vibe feast (come and get a little bit)
We kick it like tai chi
They want us sinning on the quietly
Please don't invite me! (don't invite me cuz!)
I said it politely

I pattern the wave form (pattern it)
Haterz watching I don't wait for em (rattling)
They just funny cos the wave foreign (foreign ting)
Out of this world, it weren't made for em (no)
But I was made for this and many more (sorry)
Made for making moves that mirror yours
Made for miracles, the minuscule, the major flavours
Do you feel when it pours?

Let it pour
Let it pour
From the ceiling down into the floor
Spoke to God he said to let it go
That's second best
That's athletico (yeah that's real)

I'm seeing freedom like I'm neo tho
Like I'm seeing numbers
Like I'm seeing code
Like I'm seeing truth
When I pull up to the booth

[Hook]
Pattern the wave
Out here countin the ways
Me and my dawgs gonna get paid
Came from the minimum wage
Now we all over the stage

We do not move bait
We put in the work rate
We put in the work rate
X2

[Verse 2]
I pull up in Nikes
I'm lowkey with my timepiece
I like lofi and relaxed beats
But still kung fu on this trap heat
We stay up like pine trees
Though the lumberjacks are tryna jack heat
I sowed seeds on my pipe dream
Now my pipe dream like a bright beam

I grip it tightly
Work on it nightly
During the day
Gotta come rightly
What can I say?
No time for acting - no Kierra Knightly
Buying these beats at slight fee
Growing my roots
Gotta go quite deep
Inquire heaven
I know he requires
That we not go quietly
Harness the sound
Build with the right team
You can't retire me

I got the mission from 777
Stepping cool like I'm in J11 11s
You're making dough
But you're bread unleavened

The tight path - we stay moving
Through the bumps and the bruises
He told me 'I got nothing to prove'
When I pull up to the booth

[Hook]
Pattern the wave
Out here countin the ways
Me and my dawgs gonna get paid
Came from the minimum wage
Now we all over the stage

We do not move bait
We put in the work rate
We put in the work rate
X2