Rome Streetz - ‘Off Top’ Freestyle

[Intro]
It's Bad InflueNYCe shit
Brooklyn shit
Yo, check

[Verse]
Uh, ayo
No friends, niggas is food on a paper plate
Don keep the razor in the right palm to scrape your face
Everything I spit on is napalm to blaze the place
I either low down like Thurston and draped in Bathing Ape
Rap shit stop working, I'm out to rage a safe
Like Butch Cassidy, come from where they die young living rapidly
Work, I pitch it like Cy Young, come get a pack from me
My E plug Japanese like half a mil throwing rappers off the Tappan Zee
My rap quotes like crack smoke, get a packing fee
My artistry is God degree, untouchable like Sean Connery
All y'all niggas trash, honestly
Tight jeans and purses, amphetamine fiends pissin’ on yourself
Slumped off lean, moving worthless
The one the pretty birds worship
Recite my words like Bible verses
Been nice since my first shit
Out for the paper with the dead faces
Ducking Fed cases, fuck the DA, judge and the bailiff
My life a movie, live unruly, rocking Gucci Aces
Groupies throw me the coochie, truly it's all basic
Charmer, did dirt, disregarded karma
Move bands worth a contra band out the charger
And your fiends came to me 'cause my bags larger
And they know the price is right like Bob Barker
6-4-hundred, got em rushing like Dolph Lundgren
It's the God with the bars dumbin'
For real, you '85-ers better stay in line
I could turn 5 to 85 with this brain of mine
You niggas way behind, Wave and I make your pay decline
Pilling dimes out their negligee, it's all basic, slime
Only blickers what I keep close and freak hoes that deep throat
Moschino ski coat, show macheesmo
Baggy full of fishscale, perico for a fiend's nose
Burning trees in German Vs, a verse from me is third degree
Murder spree, bars like Bourbon Street
Insatiable thirst for C.R.E.A.M., your whole team serpentine
Bunch of snakes with no loyalty
Need the bread to stack tall like it's a Coya tree, stash half a lawyer fee
Got it out the soil, what it sports to me
Serve it to him right out the foil and then he caught it; freeze
I'm 'bout it 'bout like Master P with the Carti Airs
Armani garments on in the apartment breaking down the square
My shawty on the Greyhound, been working hubris air
150 grams, 80 xans, transformed the bands, understand?
Whatever's in the bag, bet they snorting it
Straw [?] cuttie call for four more when he caught the drip
Fuck a paycheck, my clientele keep me fraugelent
Trash nigga's songs come on, we fast forward it
You rocking Mascara, I come from the mask era
Known to book a stash, causing mass terror
No pressure, I been dope like black tar
Could spit inside a ziploc and sell it for a stack or more
Nigga

[Outro]
It's Rome Streez
Brrrrt
Bahp, bahp, bahp