Wanna Know? Workrate

[Chorus]
Wanna know why they call me Workrate?
'Cah in the streets, Workrate gets chingy
I remember that day so clearly
Me and SB bored up, silly
Fifteen chings, we did that swiftly
SB dished that six bop fifty
Slice us hats, no shank, sticky
Fuck it, metal pole, just swing it

[Verse]
I was borin' the stomach and back and titties
Back to my ends, my cheff was stinking
Remember that day with ChingDat?
We done him up funny like Sinbad
Two fifties, they're twinning, swinging
Pissed that we never got to bill that
Or remember that time with S?
Broski feeding his rambo paigon stress
Had me racing with Zino, S
Move out, let mе feed him this sword instead
He watched his cousin, wе kept on cutting like a scene from Scream, is he dead?
Civilians screaming, it's dread
Draw us out, you get fed
You want clout? Go on then
We put opps in raasclaat zegs
It was four of us with only blades
Had twenty paigons running away
Fat boy tripped, stressed, we kept on dippng and cutting away
Thank Allah, that I never caught bird for the things I done or the things I say
The girl surprised how I speak so violent and we still pray 5 times a day
Step off the Maghrib, go do a mad ting
Pray Ishaa, pray to turn them prey
We got opps, it gets on tops, on God if we could, we'll change today
We got opps, it gets on tops, on God if we could, we'll change today