Rome Streetz - ‘Off Top’ Freestyle

Lyrics

[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