Chuck Strangers – Fresh
[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 ride for niggas that’s losing
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