[Verse]
Rudy Valentino, first shift ghost,
Clocked in, zoned out, doing the most—nope.
Moves slower than syrup in the Arctic frost,
Miguel on the grind, while your game stay lost.
Forklift prince, but you ain't lift a box,
Stretching fifteen minutes into three TikToks.
Supervisor's pet, but the work's suspect,
Miguel cleans your mess, keeps the floor perfect.
[Chorus]
Rudy, Rudy, where you at?
Miguel’s got your back while you lean and chat.
Rudy, Rudy, step aside,
The bare minimum ain't no badge of pride.
[Verse 2]
Shift starts, Rudy in the corner reclined,
Dreaming 'bout the weekend, barely moving the line.
Miguel's stacking pallets, breaking a sweat,
While you’re debating what snack to get next.
Praise rains on your head like confetti from the boss,
But Miguel’s the one who’s carrying the cross.
Assembly line savior, Rudy’s on delay,
Miguel the MVP, every single day.
[Pre-Chorus]
Boxes pile up, Rudy’s on snooze,
Miguel flips the script, never makes excuses.
Warehouse king? Nah, Rudy’s a pawn,
Miguel’s the sunrise while Rudy’s the yawn.