Chuck Strangers – Fresh

I wrote this on my born-day
Where my life was wrong
Kids from down bottom, how ironic they on top
And my rhyme game strong, nigga
Straight OD-ing, Flatbush
[Verse 1]
She got the DiGiorno, but she added extra toppings
But my last bitch is OC-ing

That’s from a movie, you silly hoes
Curve them fake fucks, just like I’m supposed to
21 with no court dates
We was posted up, watching Places right?
Dodge heathens, ’cause nowadays, homies be scheming
Left [?], then came up with some better shit
Like a blunt with no lighter
That’s Mayweather strong
While niggas was dick-riding and fucking name-dropping
And she added extra sloppin’s
[Verse 2]
Just chose a right team and
And these niggas not fire
That’s when I get anti-social
God if I could straight four, five, six
Down on Ocean cruising
I’m like "you a fool, stop it"
Screaming "Fuck some winners!", I ride for niggas that’s losing
We could all get rich
I need a crib and something that’s old, sitting on rims
They like "Chuck why is you leaving?"
I get my mind strong enough to make a fucking fat bitch levitate
The power rules cyphers, stay pulling all-nighters
Two hits from the bong, with my [?] gone
They just hate that he on
Motherfuck some business cards
It’s quiet for that Metro card
I be the main supplier
I hit the [?] cypher now, God
Gave me head while I done dropped it

If I could just chill, vibe and meditate
The way he got bass like that
[*Instrumental Switch*]
They thought the crib was on Blue Hill Ave

Life’s a gamble bro, I’m tryna break even
I was posted up with shorty hard
I sent your bitch out with a list, to do some shopping
Sun shining on this dawg’s ass
Woah, Chuck, pause that, they ‘gon think you comment on videos
I’m thinking father, you see kings
Chucky bust crazy dope moves
Nigga learn some etiquette
They tryna tell me that I lose
Where dealers don’t deal, and users keep using
Can’t believe he had the nerve to approach you