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, 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