Fresh Chuck Strangers

[Intro]
Ah, what's good my nigga?
I fucked your bitch, what up, what up?
Yeah I got fifty on it
Ah, you ain't talking 'bout shit
Ah, peep - ah, fuck you nigga
Y'all ain't talking 'bout shit, ah
Yeah I feel it, I feel it
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
I'm thinking father, you see kings
I need a crib and something that's old, sitting on rims
It's quiet for that Metro card
God if I could straight four, five, six
We could all get rich
Straight OD-ing, Flatbush
But my last bitch is OC-ing
They like "Chuck why is you leaving?"
Life's a gamble bro, I'm tryna break even
Dodge heathens, 'cause nowadays, homies be scheming
Just chose a right team and
The power rules cyphers, stay pulling all-nighters
And these niggas not fire
Like a blunt with no lighter
I be the main supplier
They thought the crib was on Blue Hill Ave
The way he got bass like that
Chucky bust crazy dope moves
They tryna tell me that I lose
Screaming "Fuck some winners!", I rap for niggas that's losing
Down on Ocean cruising
Where dealers gone deal, and users keep using
I wrote this on my born-day
21 with no court dates
We was posted up, watching Price Is Right
When my life was wrong
Two hits from the bong - and my fucks go gone
And my rhyme game strong, nigga