Out of Site

They want me down bad no cash on my ass
And if they get a chance to even a bodybag
Niggas get greedy for that paper falling for that trap
I watched niggas sell they soul over a quarter rack

Young nigga rasta surrounded by them choppas
We bent back for survivors they ain't make it to the doctor
Cant get caught up in this game not moving proper
Uncle was my tutor momma thought I'll be a scholar

Said you got talent just don't waste it ducking shots just like the matrix
All them niggas that was hating showing love now but they faking
I was chillin counting faces tryna triple up them payments
We got shells tucked by the cases for any nigga tryna play me

Lately I been itching catch a nigga broad day em
Ridin' round tinted I been sliding all A.M.
Half of y'all don't really live the shit that y'all saying
Doing shit for clout we in and out now y'all famous
Same way that I came in it the same way that I'm going out
Except wit a large house and buncha commas in my new account
Tell em keep the same vibe when I'm passing ya
2 Deep in that challenger that 40 riding passenger

Na I'm lying Flacko might be riding in it
Cause I know that he throwing back if shells start flying in it
Who gon' catch us both on point? So ain't nobody dying in it
Can that cloth wash off the stains that's how we define linen
Im on v block pistol never De cocked
Praying that the heat stop bullets hit the sheetrock
Body in complete shock all I know is he shot
Shootouts got the streets hot now I gotta flee cops

Take the light after buss a right could kiss that chase goodnight
Out of site but it's still in my mind I'm playing with my life
How the fuck I end up in this position so many times
Now I'm sticking to these rhymes but'll whack a nigga out of line

Came strapped in the back leave ya face flat
Why the fuck I hear the opps in here? We don't play that
If I see em' gotta leave em' and for that I can't cap
Only facts taking off putting more distance in the gap



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Writer(s): Baby J
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