Poorest Gump
Sprinting till I'm dead
Could give a shit bout haste
I just really hate this fucking stagnant state
People begging to be led
I'll lead em on the chase
Gump em with quest
This all pointless anyway
Sprinting till I'm dead
And yall could never stop me
Just blew out my leg
Finish, still I'm crossing
Don't be the one to beg
Id rather get to stomping
And take it off ya neck
Best try the weaving and the bobbing
Chase the wind
I'll never catch it
Always running
Catching breath is
Pitiful
Scribble a riddle or two
It's minimal
Effort
Separate
Your parrot from shoulder
Boulders smolder at my exposure
Roll in disguised as the chauffeur
Best be grbbin that 4 leaf clover
Aye shout out gopher nation
Family raised in it
Topher, I had grace since the fucking 70's
Bulba,I just score how I be SOARing over heads
Shit fundamental
Fun to mentally pencil it out
My girl lick my pen when it drought
I'm only befriending this ounce
I still got family around
So watch you fixin your mouth
Watch how shit really go south
Like toilets and avian fowl
In winterous months
Yo, I'm blunched off this punch
I need a blintz and a blunt
Just call a blitz if they punt
I'll cock back and block it
Tossed it up and I caught it
Swerving into the zone
Ayo that upping my profit yet?
All due respect,
I'm snapping necks
So I'll need checks to vouch for it
Or a pouch of golden chips
Long as the amount all the percent
You owe me
Lowly Lonely rappers
Yall shoud get a tony yall
Just some broadway actors
Yall biggest issues be no factors for me
Leakiing through tissues and every piece a laundry
Like why you crying, just get ya money
Why they sweet on me
I got ain't the yams
Curtis got the beats
Tommy going ham
I can't taste defeat
Ain't in my diet plan
They say revenge is sweet
Well I'm Tryna stay off sugar man
I'd never do this shit for no one
Cept the one who used they fuckin hands
To craft the tightest fucking flows
Like the hair buns down there in Japan
El Capitan el chapo shit the capo don
Of 55th to Whitaker to Rio Vist
I spit sizzurp quit coughing bitch
They spit for thirst
I spit the words
They wish they heard
Really am that grade of rapper
Still out here doing dishing work
Soggy boots and crispy thoughts
Pencil so sharp the shit don't hurt
Car won't start, I guess I'll walk
Back in the day I'd pop a perc
Now I spark the herb and stroll
Like
Where am I to go?
What even do I know?
Not a fucking thang
I'm just tryna up my gross
I been ignoring rangs
Ain't tryna touch the phone
Just tryna up my gains
While stay fuckinn sane
Who is yall to blame me though
This sound like it right from the kangol doe
That 90's shit, bumped it out the rango hoe died on me violently
Cop a bigger truck
G's move silently, Sure do miss grandma lasagna bruh
Minutes from finish, I guess i better fucking hurry
These look finnish these linens, my bad I got these bitches dirty
I justed pinned up some pictures of woman from the 1930's
If you ain't see me just have em because I might be dipping early
Swirly dipped ya head in tubs surely don't misplace me funds
I need every measly buck I can grab
Thanks very much
We ain't type for the swag
We keep it ug
Like white girl boots
With the fluff
Like trae young oops
I'm going up
We gon puff
Like futures flutes
We keep it loose
Yet we too tough
Bitch I'm that dude
Like juni from spy kids was
Imposter yet i go farther
Than the dude that they fostered for it
Scoring at a higher level than Jordan
Against opponents from space
They swear I'm omnipotent
But i just read between the spaces Though
This blatant flow could get me hankered for
I watch for holes and reach for gold while it's still dangled bro
But I ain't need it if it come with demons I just scheme for better ways
To get all cash squeezen out For it isn't worth the pay no mo
Pain come and go, Same as fame and gains
But what you truly craving for before you reach the ending of your days
Could give a shit bout haste
I just really hate this fucking stagnant state
People begging to be led
I'll lead em on the chase
Gump em with quest
This all pointless anyway
Sprinting till I'm dead
And yall could never stop me
Just blew out my leg
Finish, still I'm crossing
Don't be the one to beg
Id rather get to stomping
And take it off ya neck
Best try the weaving and the bobbing
Chase the wind
I'll never catch it
Always running
Catching breath is
Pitiful
Scribble a riddle or two
It's minimal
Effort
Separate
Your parrot from shoulder
Boulders smolder at my exposure
Roll in disguised as the chauffeur
Best be grbbin that 4 leaf clover
Aye shout out gopher nation
Family raised in it
Topher, I had grace since the fucking 70's
Bulba,I just score how I be SOARing over heads
Shit fundamental
Fun to mentally pencil it out
My girl lick my pen when it drought
I'm only befriending this ounce
I still got family around
So watch you fixin your mouth
Watch how shit really go south
Like toilets and avian fowl
In winterous months
Yo, I'm blunched off this punch
I need a blintz and a blunt
Just call a blitz if they punt
I'll cock back and block it
Tossed it up and I caught it
Swerving into the zone
Ayo that upping my profit yet?
All due respect,
I'm snapping necks
So I'll need checks to vouch for it
Or a pouch of golden chips
Long as the amount all the percent
You owe me
Lowly Lonely rappers
Yall shoud get a tony yall
Just some broadway actors
Yall biggest issues be no factors for me
Leakiing through tissues and every piece a laundry
Like why you crying, just get ya money
Why they sweet on me
I got ain't the yams
Curtis got the beats
Tommy going ham
I can't taste defeat
Ain't in my diet plan
They say revenge is sweet
Well I'm Tryna stay off sugar man
I'd never do this shit for no one
Cept the one who used they fuckin hands
To craft the tightest fucking flows
Like the hair buns down there in Japan
El Capitan el chapo shit the capo don
Of 55th to Whitaker to Rio Vist
I spit sizzurp quit coughing bitch
They spit for thirst
I spit the words
They wish they heard
Really am that grade of rapper
Still out here doing dishing work
Soggy boots and crispy thoughts
Pencil so sharp the shit don't hurt
Car won't start, I guess I'll walk
Back in the day I'd pop a perc
Now I spark the herb and stroll
Like
Where am I to go?
What even do I know?
Not a fucking thang
I'm just tryna up my gross
I been ignoring rangs
Ain't tryna touch the phone
Just tryna up my gains
While stay fuckinn sane
Who is yall to blame me though
This sound like it right from the kangol doe
That 90's shit, bumped it out the rango hoe died on me violently
Cop a bigger truck
G's move silently, Sure do miss grandma lasagna bruh
Minutes from finish, I guess i better fucking hurry
These look finnish these linens, my bad I got these bitches dirty
I justed pinned up some pictures of woman from the 1930's
If you ain't see me just have em because I might be dipping early
Swirly dipped ya head in tubs surely don't misplace me funds
I need every measly buck I can grab
Thanks very much
We ain't type for the swag
We keep it ug
Like white girl boots
With the fluff
Like trae young oops
I'm going up
We gon puff
Like futures flutes
We keep it loose
Yet we too tough
Bitch I'm that dude
Like juni from spy kids was
Imposter yet i go farther
Than the dude that they fostered for it
Scoring at a higher level than Jordan
Against opponents from space
They swear I'm omnipotent
But i just read between the spaces Though
This blatant flow could get me hankered for
I watch for holes and reach for gold while it's still dangled bro
But I ain't need it if it come with demons I just scheme for better ways
To get all cash squeezen out For it isn't worth the pay no mo
Pain come and go, Same as fame and gains
But what you truly craving for before you reach the ending of your days
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Writer(s): Alex Martin Pruyn
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