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A-M-O-S-T-D-E-R-D but I'm still outside F-U-C-K-D-O-P-S, I don't socialize
Heart state, C-O-L-D, mind on homicide Streets taught me how to monetize
Talked in code, never vocalized Every move, C-O-Notarized
Hit a triple it out, it's a red flag Real ones read between the lines
A-M-O-S-T-D-E-R-D, still bang my side F-U-C-K-D-O-P-S, no compromise
Say my name low, whisper wise Letters heavy like a lullaby
Crying, wetting the night Stay loud and the sirens sang, lullabies
Had to grow teeth, clench fists, learn fast Who real and who full of lies
I don't spell L-O-V-E I spell L-O-Y-L-T-Y
That's rare, it's just habitats I ain't fullscreen, bro, to your face
That's spelled S-E-T-U-P behind your back
I was posted with a block, get high Every E-step got consequences
I don't speak plain, I encrypt my pain Streets smart with envy senses
If I say F-U-C-K-U, that's permanent No ad, it's no amendment
I don't need clout, I need leverage Winch, that's gangsta hermetic
I've been running laps around faked up guys Talking loud on the net, dead
They spell G-A-N-G but don't stand on shit When the ass figure wet
I don't yell threats, I let silence bark That's how pressure communicate
Every bar hit fast like a drive-by thought Blink once, you late
I spell T-R-U-S-T with a line through it But I'll sit out, keep moving
Been stabbed by smiles, hugged by snakes Now my instinct's proven
Almost gone, had one foot dipped in the D-A-T-H vibration
Now I'm spinning fast, living faster Fueled by pure retaliation
A-A-M-O-S-T-D-E-A-D, but I'm still outside F-U-C-K-D-O-P-S, I don't socialize
Heart state, C-O-L-D, mind on homicide Streets taught me how to monetize
Talking cold, never vocalize Every move sealed, notarized
I don't rap pretty, it's that curb talk Knuckle skin, cracked and bleeding
They want peace till it's pressure time Then suddenly start retreat
I spell R-E-S-P-E-C-T with my posture Not a word I announce
Walk light, but I stand on business Everything make the concrete bounce
I've been dead broke, spell B-R-O-K-E In caps, no help, no pity
Now my thoughts stay militant Stomach growling, but my vision gritty
They say slow down, I say fuck no I've been late to my blessing
So I talk fast, move faster Let the streets do the testing
I don't say names, I say patterns At a point I observe
Every letter I drop got weight on it Every rhyme got nerve
I spell W-A-R without the gun talk Still feel it in the room
Cause gangsta ain't always loud noise Sometimes it's quiet, don't it
A-A-M-O-S-T-D-E-A-D, but I'm still outside F-U-C-K-D-O-P-S, I can still spat it
M-M-Miss one ball, me nigga on It's that real bad gangsta song