Keep Up

[Intro: Logpog]
This beat sounds just like, a-
Like a-a little bit empty, y'know, we could add
We could add so much to this, it's got a lot of potential (Mhm)
Like a [?]
What kind of place

[Verse]
Look behind in the back of the class (Class)
I be the kid who be writing the rap (Rap)
I be the kid who be taking the pen
And be writing it down till the ink snap, black
And a heart attack [?] a Post-It pack
Get so worn-out [?] the [?]
That I wrote down with a worn-out pad
I've got [?] but I'm not quite sad
All these rappers scared
Like I'm a bow, I make 'em quiver
But I'm gonna keep it one-hundred
So I'm a package; I deliver
Try to keep it all in your stomach
And maybe maintain your dinner (Dinner)
Gonna hear a tune, and you'll hum it
Maybe help all you beginners, yeah, yeah!
Think I'm gonna sever when I make it to the center
But I'll drop you to the bottom and then watch you plummet!
Eating every beat that I'm on like hummus
You're so far down that I have to dumb it
Leave you [?] with the [?]
[?] I go [?] like a- (Speeding comet!)
Guess you can say that limits are broken
When you find a rapper that's competent
My jokes are dumb [?] Simple Rick
I make you dance like samba kids
That's an awful rhyme I think
Maybe pretend that that wasn't a thing
Need autotune if I think I'ma sing
Tryna get better, but wait for a ring
Or take your phone and just give me a ring
I am so perfect, and failure's a kink
Wet all my lyrics down with your drink
I don't understand what I'm meant to think
[?] I'm a sick jerk, but the glasses clink
And they said [?] blink
And then, I realize it was just a dream
What does it mean when the guillotine seems like it's the [?] release
It seems like lazy writing
So maybe stay away from that is what I think I'ma do!
Bring the broom, sweep up, sweep up
All the rappers who can never keep up, keep up
Get smoked like a shroom, leap up, leap up
Married to the game, so I'ma get a prenup

[Outro]
Yeah!