J. Gamble - Black Polymer Lyrics

You must be outta luck look Vietnam draft
Pussy yo You looking like a rookie in combat
I'm like Kyrie coming down the lane looking for contact
Don't think I wont shoot it up for what they put in my contract
I ain't worried about you phonies I been
Getting money but getting money ain't so surprising
You know ya Homie grinding
But I'm only rhyming
The flow is hot dog
Coney Island
40 Cal with a round chambered I'm dangerous
Yelling bang-a-rang in the bank as soon as the banger click
Put it in the bag double bag it in case the baggy rip
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
I banged your bitch
Call me big dick Dillinger
V8 baby this ain't no 6 cylinder
Spit game crazy and J G kick iller words
From the way she screaming you'd think my dick killing her
What up J
Just waiting on them new Glock next gens
I'm an outlaw baby like Tupac's best friends
Dude I set trends
Blue cop red pen
In '91 I'm the one who dropped Dead Fred
While you bitches sipped your Pedialyte
J Gamble hit the MIC like a meteorite
F*ck the media deceiving us like
I'm say what I want motherf*cker
You can read me rights
I left a few annihilated
Very few would try to take it
Lines so dope it have your pupils dilated
Touching on the subject as if you were violated
Cause if I was naked you would have a mouth full of my frustration
This is my birthright Word life
Add up all the bars I spit it would circle the earth twice
Yeah I'll be the first to purge like the Third Reich
We can save the world or watch it burn like some thermite