Night Work…
This exercise man
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I’d like to thank my mama
For making that tank of piranhas
That y’all know as Lu
Treat a track like [?]
Make a plate of content
Bake away the nonsense
… and then I chew
Same teeth since I was two
I don’t like to beef so let’s meet behind the moo’
My skill level accrue
I think I used to stink like the street behind the zoo
Then it all started to sink like a leak inside a cruise
I improve lil’ Lu turned into Louvre
Wordplay put on a suit like it was sewed
Sounding like the bomb, smelling like a fuse
Venting like a locker, hurt like he abused
Work like he confused, to be or not to be
A Shakespearean economy, a vocabulary in views
I’m like what if Drake had the sniper rifle
Ape on the Empire and thinking on a higher Eiffel