WORK RATE - Intellectual

[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

[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

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

[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