Black Polymer

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 motherfucker 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