[Verse 1: Illijam]
Chomp at the bit I'm ready to go
Off, finna put the pedal to the metal so I'm revving the engine while waiting at a red light
Got the mission on my mind, and I'm running out of time
Nobody better be blocking me like good O Line
Oh my, count it loss, bury me, with my cross, very deep
Wrench this Christ from me? Go ahead try
You might loosen my grip, but you can't pry God’s
Lately I been feeling like I'm tryna run ahead of Him instead of me chillin' in faith and letting Him
Make and then open the doors of opportunity, I'm pouting and doubting His timing asking
Importunately
Gotta be willing to chill, gotta be willing to wait
Gotta be in God’s place while I'm at God’s pace
He works for those who wait, got that well-timed grace, never a day late

[Pre-Chorus]
We gotta remember He is sitting on the throne
If you floor it at a red than you get t-boned
He’s working while you're waiting in a million ways
Wait up, let Him make it happen keep the meek faith

[Hook A]
I don't know how to get through, wait up
I don't know what I should do, wait up
Is it inefficient to, wait up?
(Nah), let Him be God, He works for those who wait
[Hook B]
So counterintuitive (x3)
Let Him be God, He works for those who wait (x2)

[Verse 2: J. Monty]
I feel like I been waiting for a minute past infinity finna give up (what)
Fishing for a vision did I mention the cup
That He’s physically filling visibly renders me stuck
If you’re omnipotent sitting with plenty…then why we starving?
Your divinity’s really a pity…if it ain’t causing
This kamikaze economy to cop a squat and then offer me
All the options to possibly monetize the commodity
I could cop a monopoly; Father God is you watching me?
My soul shouts when I stroll through the house of your home in the clouds
And you show me amounts, you expose every drought and you spoke through your mouth
That you chose every route, every hole every mountain, now I know what you bout
I was looking for a sip you’re in control of the fountain
You’re always working now my job is just to know and allow it
O my God

[Verse 3: Illijam]
I ain't tryna forfeit omnipotently benevolent
Excellent intervention that's heaven sent by irreverence
The man of faith is waiting giving himself up to the Father
But the faithless impatient; manipulating like why should I bother?
He gives to His beloved in their sleep
Making more happen than 24/7 anxiety
Heavy breathing take a deep breath
Don't fret, He will work while we rest