[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, bitch nigga I ain't change shit

I'ma leave with the same ones I came with

They call me Reason, it's time to make the game switch

Oh, shit I'm so anxious to get this shit jumpin' like Jordan

This shit is lyrical coke that you snortin'

Take you a hit and you soarin', young nigga don't give a fuck like a Morman

I dont need no bitches, gorgeous, dimes cause too many problems

I just need a bad bitch 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 bitch get some free burgers

For all my niggas progression is stress, now niggas turnt up and circus

That's been my nigga from day fuckin' one, [?]

Del Amo behind me the pressure is on, this ain't the time to get nervous, lawd

Bars strike, call 'em thunder lines, nigga say I need a hit for the summer time

I tell 'em hungry niggas feel it, these are stomach lines

Flows so important all my verses underlined

Bitch wanna fuck, I just tell her, "Jump in line"

She only a 6, flipher like the number 9

Fuck 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 niggas lookin' worried, I can they eyes, stressed

'Cause I'm stealin' all they shine, they ain't got no time left

Bitch-niggas takin' shots, pussy I ain't dodge yet

I just keep eatin' beats, it ain't hard to digest

[Chorus]

Lupe says, "Form follows function," shit

My nigga, this got to form into something, shit

I say that Lu' say that "Form follows function," wait

My nigga, this got to form into something, lord

I say, Lu' say that, "Form follows function," oooh

Well, my nigga, this got to form into something

I say Lu' say that, "Form follows function"

Well, my nigga, this got to form into something