Tuesday evening. March 11th, 2025.
Hold on, y'all n***as playing with me, man
♪ I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE
Don't you address me unless it's with four letters
B***h, I thought you'd known better
I been ducking the pandemic, I been ducking the social gimmicks
I been ducking the overnight activists, yeah
I'm not a trending topic
I'm a prophet, I answer to Metatron and Gabriel... ♪
The familiar LTC gym space had music bumping through its walls walls while Lukas did reps and sets of several lower body exercises.
Barbell back squats, snatch-grip deadlifts, box jumps, the whole nine.
By the 25th hour, he was done with his task for the day as he lay down on the gym floor — his legs had completely given up on him.
"TT, one day you're gonna give me a training regimen that will leave me injured. I can feel it."
