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Off The Roster lyrics
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Intro
Pulled up on the curb, bouncer ice me like a dud plug Scan beep nah - you ain't in, thug Line dead, left on seen, that's the bug I smirk crooked, teeth clenched, stay plugged They tap "you good?" I mutter "bet, I'm straight" But gut twist heavy like bad weight Flash hit, sign bark "step" - my plate
Verse 1
Crew dap up, "you in the cyph?" Nah dawg Peepin' feeds, spot the cap, feel the fog Work alerts pop, but my handle snipped raw Corner yaps, but the scoop get dipped off Fresh kicks tied, still they curve like opps Tags checked, mine hit "bounce" - no props See 'em clink cups while I clutch my brew Hustle plots spin, cut me from the crew
Pre-chorus
If it's "vibe," why the gate stay grimy? If it's "kin," why the lock feel slimy?
Chorus
Off the roster - still dip through Out the cyph - still chief too No spot clutched - I boss my strip Bark "not zoe" - watch me get lit
Verse 2
Tech pings wild, "you on thread?" Ghost mode Phone drought dry, feelin' exposed Cyph bars fly, I drop mine gritty Storm drills solo, no backers, no pity Grips ice cold, old plugs knot up Fits don't match, but my grind stay up Chest thump nights, squint at the screen Why the duck hit so mean, know what I mean?
Pre-chorus
If it's "open," why the watch so shady? If it's "solid," why it fade so hazy?
Chorus
Off the roster - still dip through Out the cyph - still chief too No spot clutched - I boss my strip Bark "not zoe" - watch me get lit
Verse 3
Fed queues snake, "fit mold or bounce out" Trap bills leap turn folks wild, no doubt Street waves crash, "claim sides, rep set" I swerve colors, hunt bread, no sweat Plots piled, keep the ring tight-lipped Insiders scrap scraps, watch 'em slip I'm locked eyes, peeped the scheme bend Gates bang shut, but I gripped the end
Bridge
Tried to lay low, blend in the cut Brushed off the dis, took the gut punch Fed up with crumbs from the rear bench Yanked my timber, stacked a platform trench
Verse 4
Stamp blur on skin, scar from the push Elite scraps raw, egos crushed Office flip codes when smoke creep near Whisper lines buzz, breed the fear Near calls, probs that ghost swift Scanner blip now - they peep my shift Crumbs tossed to "core," but I baked batch thick Proof solid: curbside? That's my trick
Verse 5
If you sidelined too, lace up, fetch fam OG links, schemes they tried to jam We skip stamps to blast the strip hot Ditch the nods, craft our grip Keep it hood: dip if they ice Claim your strip, make 'em price Off the roster? Holler it bold, swift We spark the fire - they chase the rift
Chorus
Off the roster - still dip through Out the cyph - still chief too No spot clutched - I boss my strip Bark "not zoe" - watch me get lit
Outro
Let 'em guard gates, I'm raising blocks Clutch codes tight, I'm flipping locks Badges don't prove - grind do Off the roster... still crew.
Inside the recording
Pulled up on the curb, bouncer ice me like a dud plug Scan beep nah - you ain't in, thug
If it's "vibe," why the gate stay grimy? If it's "kin," why the lock feel slimy?
Let 'em guard gates, I'm raising blocks Clutch codes tight, I'm flipping locks
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