🎵 Out of Sight // by Logic

47 Contributors Out of Sight Lyrics The phrase “knock on wood” hints at the hopeful reoccurrence of a positive statement. With a $50,000 Rolex and a pair of legendary kicks worth well over $7,000 at the age of 29, Logic’s already living the… Read More  [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 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 (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?) [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 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 (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 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] 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 (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 [Outro] What, what? What, what?