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logic – out of sight lyrics

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[intro]
what

[chorus]
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 d-mn, think i did
smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
then i dig up in the rib (what)

[verse]
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 h-ll 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 cr-ps in the alley, i bet all the food stamps
now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like

[chorus]
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 d-mn, 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

[outro]
what, what
what, what



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