FormFollowsFunction (Lupe Tribute) lyrics

[Intro]
If this is how it's all going to end, man, you got to make it epic. They say, "Form follows function," so if I function in an epic way, it don't have a choice but to just form that way?

[Verse]
Look, it's fam over everything, b*tch n*gga I ain't change sh*t
I'ma leave with the same ones I came with
They call me Reason, it's time to make the game switch
Oh, sh*t I'm so anxious to get this sh*t jumpin' like Jordan
This sh*t is lyrical coke that you snortin'
Take you a hit and you soarin', young n*gga don't give a f*ck like a Morman
I dont need no b*tches, gorgeous, dimes cause too many problems
I just need a bad b*tch that look good me to take all my problems and solve it
'Cause I'm workin' too hard for the added stress
Yes, you can bet that I going to grind 'til I make it
I'm too hungry and impatient, you can hear starvation in my language
I'm rappin' verses in anguish, bein' broke got me so angry
Flow runnin' similar to faucets, tryna find my way but I rap like I lost it
To be honest I'm exhausted, then I open my eyes and see Morgan
So I got to grind harder knowin' it's a long grind
Grind till I'm on top shinin' like a bald guy
P told me stay up on my toes so I'm on mine
Bring the bacon home in rubberbands, that's a hog tie
See the world from a different angle like a tall guy
Bars over bars, good connection Wifi
I remember I used to work at 5 guys
Run up in that b*tch get some free burgers
For all my n*ggas progression is stress, now n*ggas turnt up and circus
That's been my n*gga from day f*ckin' one, [?]
Del Amo behind me the pressure is on, this ain't the time to get nervous, lawd
Bars strike, call 'em thunder lines, n*gga say I need a hit for the summer time
I tell 'em hungry n*ggas feel it, these are stomach lines
Flows so important all my verses underlined
b*tch wanna f*ck, I just tell her, "Jump in line"
She only a 6, flipher like the number 9
f*ck and get to work, I just call it bump n grind
It's like I'm dodgin' passes, the way I'm duckin' dimes
I ain't run outta rhymes yet, I ain't even spit my best lines yet
If punchlines a war, I'm a Vietnam vet
I'm n*ggas lookin' worried, I can they eyes, stressed
'Cause I'm stealin' all they shine, they ain't got no time left
b*tch-n*ggas takin' shots, pus*y I ain't dodge yet
I just keep eatin' beats, it ain't hard to digest
[Chorus]
Lupe says, "Form follows function," sh*t
My n*gga, this got to form into something, sh*t
I say that Lu' say that "Form follows function," wait
My n*gga, this got to form into something, lord
I say, Lu' say that, "Form follows function," oooh
Well, my n*gga, this got to form into something
I say Lu' say that, "Form follows function"
Well, my n*gga, this got to form into something