J. Gamble - Before Rap

Way before this rap shit emcees were spittin'
I'm talking way before we had any tradition
Yo, I'm talking way before your ass was even livin'
I was seein' visions of me sittin' in a V8 with a key in the ignition
I ran into a couple thots while they was eatin' chicken
When they see my whip they simp wanna give me some kitten
I don't love these hoes
I gotta keep it pimpin'
Seven numbers ain't the only digits she be gettin'
If you see me flippin' birds
It's not a middle finger
The only reason that I rap is I'mma shitty singer
I seen her Only Fans page
She got more Faith in her pussy than Biggies wiener
I'm always throwing little zingers at critical thinkers
Get that pussy wet like she was sittin' on a sprinkler
She's not my girl and this ain't Jerry Springer
But I'mma shock her world
Two in the pink
One in the stinker
Way before this rap shit
I used to freak a black n mild
Brando with the bong in the back pack was wild
But that's Ohio
Before skinny jeans
Im talking Jncos with the patch on the back was style
Right around the time I first heard of Christopher Wallace
When Biggie was smallest
Lyricism was flawless
That real hip hop or call what you wanna call it
As long as you got plenty of fetty up in ya wallet
Way before this rap shit turned into cold war
My name stay on ya lips like cold sores
I don't like flying so I ain't doing no tours
Riding show to show in a boat with lambo doors
Way before this rap shit was mumbling trap shit
Busting a gat shit
Way before rappers ever recorded Adlibs
Check It!
We was in the street spitting heaters
In them sweet Adidas jackets

Written by:
Justin Gamble

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