(Let me talk about)
The gems
The sounds
The dress
The snare
My dreams are chased
The race is won homie
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
The vision
The taste
The show
The cake
The steps I take
Are just to get me further homie
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Tell me what that booty do
Sweet and flat like juicy fruit
Hit a show balling out
Leave the scene in Subaru
With my freaking boys
Tell the truth, my whip derby age
But I look clean
Do you even use a loofah mate
Im chillin in the forest
Writing rap songs with Gumption
I come from the bumpkins
But Im flyest in the function
With my dang Vans on
A funky T Mills
And Im headed for the top
And they wonder how it feels
I just bought a Casio
Did it off my music
Skating around the block cause no cost to refuel it
Saw it in my head
Then I made it a reality
Bruh
Its just me
Frick the talkin
Its a masterpiece
The gems
The sounds
The dress
The snare
My dreams are chased
The race is won homie
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
The vision
The taste
The show
The cake
The steps I take
Are just to get me further homie
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Gumption's known for getting drunk
And drinking an infinite sum
Im not tipping
Then I'm dipping into insufficient funds
I'm not respectable
I'm out and my bank accounts undetectable
Its in the decimal
So small that you need spectacles
Look
Me and my debts are inseparable
Keep that shit with me every step I go
Rock the same kicks
Everyday since grade six
Got a whip
All stock
Same rims that it came with
You know how I pull up to the function
On some bum shit
Yo it's fucking Forest Gumption
Im a Busch League All Star
On some Paul Blart
Yo Big Daddy Hack
Imma pimp it out the ball park
The gems
The sounds
The dress
The snare
My dreams are chased
The race is won homie
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
The vision
The taste
The show
The cake
The steps I take
Are just to get me further homie
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Im chillin in The Borough
Im coloured like a churro
I rock a special swag that these ladies never heard of
Like word up
Cats off this gerba
I smoke the herb up
I said Saturdays are for the
Boys
Treat a hater like a toy
If you see the lip mark
Then you know we making noise
Whack cats taking opioids
Faking joy just to fill the void
Step up in my cypher get destroyed
Im not stopping man
Future grand
Slamming lots of cans
Yeah I hear you fam
Grindin out my plan
In the studio
We making jams
That's the homie
We keep it low key
Better stop it man
DAMN
When Gumption and Van
Go and rock a jam
The gems
The sounds
The dress
The snare
My dreams are chased
The race is won homie
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
The vision
The taste
The show
The cake
The steps I take
Are just to get me further homie
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh
Hey
Whatcha know about that, huh