Out of Sight (Lyrics):

What

We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I’m only 29, but I still ain’t hit my peak
‘Cause I (What), uh, I’m out of sight
Quarter million for a ’67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)
I think I did, God damn, think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What)

We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood (What)
Used to wish that I could ball
Yeah, I used to wish I could
Now with millions in the bank
My only question is I should (What)
Scared money don’t make none, yeah, I”m good
Fifty fifty on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I’m only 29, but I still ain’t hit my peak
Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth
Like a cleat, like a (What, what), like a cleat
Bobby gon’ body the beat, then you know he gon’ repeat
‘Cause I’m what? Out of sight
‘Cause I’m (What), I’m out of sight
Quarter million for a ’67, yeah, I think I might, uh
I think I did, hold up now, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
Fifty million in the bank, hundred million on my mind
If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
People throwin’ shade ’cause I shine
Fifty thousand in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind
Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food stamps
Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like

We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I’m only 29, but I still ain’t hit my peak
‘Cause I (What), uh, I’m out of sight
Quarter million for a ’67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)
I think I did, God damn, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What)
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood (What)
People always told me I would never make it out my hood
Yeah, I made it, knock on wood
Now I made it, knock on wood
All the money we makin’ keep circulatin’ like it should

What, what
What, what


By: Logic
Released: May 10, 2019
Label: Def Jam Recordings
Album: Confessions of a Dangerous Mind