Below, you will find the lyrics for Out of Sight by Logic.
Chorus 1
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
50,000 on my wrist, red octobers on my feet
Yeah, i'm only 29, but i still ain't hit my peak
'cause i i'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah, i think i might
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
Verse 1
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
Now with millions in the bank
My only question is i should
Scared money don't make none, yeah, i'm good
50 50 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 like a cleat
Bobby gon' body the beat, then you know he gon' repeat
'cause i'm what? out of sight
'cause i'm i'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah, i think i might
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
50 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
50,000 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
Chorus 2
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
50,000 on my wrist, red octobers on my feet
Yeah, i'm only 29, but i still ain't hit my peak
'cause i i'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah, i think i might
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
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood
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?
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Andre S. Brissett, Jason Kevin Pounds, Robert Bryson Hall II