Chuck Strangers - “Off Top” Freestyle

[Intro]
Yo
It's Chuck Strangers
Off Top, season six
Yo
Yo

[Verse]
I don't need drama class, I got the block for that
Plus I know how to act, you split the pie with the knife from his back
Word to me bro, I thank you for that
Hundred racks, no tax, it'll make me tilt my hat
Need all sixteen switches just to lower my nut sack
Don't cry my nigga, just bust back
I hit your PayPal through the rough patch
Too drunk to lay a drum track
Fronto got my lungs black
But still if niggas pass I gotta touch that
Spliff hot as the sun
Just look what I've become
Strong arms
Hell, this uzi weighs a fuckin' ton
And still it ain't as heavy as my conscience, son
I'm up early writing hustler poems to Hustler's P.O.M.E
Day and a half, I blew a zone on my own
I ain't even paid the bill on my phone
I'm an asshole, depend on who you ask though
My only motivation is the cash, bro
I told God "If it's real, show a nigga one sign"
I looked up and seen the New York City skylinе
I hit my spliff, sipped some leftovеr plum wine
Just bossing up is in my bloodline
One time is usually all you get then it's dead or death
Come correct, it's what you're willing to accept
In the end it's no friends, just a bang before the darkness
Talk about catharsis, I know that I'll be good regardless
'Cause again, in the end I'm your man, tough
Long walks down the ave, big snorkels zipped up
It's them against us, I'm riding till the casket shut
Lord knows that I ain't had enough

[Outro]
You know what I'm saying?
Let me just-
Mind hearing raps, show you niggas I can do me and shit
Shout my nigga Lex, he in this bitch too, and shit
Shout out to all the homies who couldn't be here and shit
Pro Era, we all in here and shit
Man, yeah
It's the first I came out here and some rhymes in a minute and shit
Shout to Mark too, it's Top Shelf Premium
OoooOOOOOh
We here nigga