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Outta Sight (feat. Lé, Kiim Bosh, D. Laflair & Marko Stat$) Video (MV)






Aced Spade - Outta Sight (feat. Lé, Kiim Bosh, D. Laflair & Marko Stat$) Lyrics




Outta sight I swear I'm off the plane
Tryna go from Camry to a range
Tryna move my family to the plains
Obsessed with drifting off into the rain
Can tell y'all never really been through pain
Being broke made me go insane
I talk to Dinero call me strange
When I die just bury me in chains
Pull up, hop out, Foe nem wildin' with the top out
It's litty, we done brought the block out
Who knew I be rappin', a dropout
Who knew I would trap out my Ma house
I just wanted gucci to pop out
Ballin too hard where da box out
Drippy when I pull a watch out
Homies be fu gotta watch out
The pole even cold when it's hot out
Need a milli 'fore I clock out (wait wait)
See them ni**as steady tryna hate
How you mad, I'm offering a plate
Take ya chick and throw her in sum bape
Remy, Fendi, that's expensive bait
100 Benji's I want in my safe
Tryna have my peoples out of state
With 2 shawties that's a double date
Pop 2 Mollies, turnt 'em to a lake
Both foreign that's a couple traits
Noodles, pasta, now we eating steaks
Being broke wasn't no mistake
Free the real that's locked behind the gates
'Member when I used to flip a 8th
Make the 7th money by the 8th
All this ice and I don't even skate
Big shooter dice done got me paid
I'm outta sight Like Ace is to da Spade
I run it up now I don't even race
You runner up You come in second place
She run with us, she tryna know the name
Turn her up then drop her at the train
I can't lie dis money made me change (Yo)
Still remain it's money over fame
100 milli split it with the gang

You only got one shot
You either fall to the bottom or you're on top
Yeah, you climb and you grind, but you don't stop
Seat back, leanin' back in the Lac with the beat knockin'
Kiim Bosh go crazy when the beat drop
These ni**as so lazy need a refund
This shit so crazy, watchin' reruns
Bruh man 5th floor, what are you doin'
See if I want it then I gotta have it
Just like my flow it's kinda like magic
I'm bout to take off, y'all not understandin'
Your vision so small, while mine still expanding
While you staying calm, I'm getting outlandish
This not for the weak, I know that your famished
So here's several seats, in case you hate standin'
You're 3 measures back, but we're nearing the ending
It's just the Beginning, and we're steady winnin', I know your head spinnin'
But please take a moment to breathe (breathe breathe)
I'm lyrically dominant and I am confident that it is hunting your dreams (dreams dreams)
And when you are choking I hope that you know that there's beauty in this beast (Beauty in this beast)
Like Montana 300 these lyrics are loaded, So I'd be careful how I speak (speak)
And I'd be careful I move (move)
Cause we'll be comin' after you (you)
I got ni**as that don't spare no feelings leaving little bitches in a bloody pool
And yeah I talk a little different, south side representin'- M.E. is my crew
Dreams in mass production, bag 'em up and sell 'em, hope it's something you can use

Hold on what they talkin' bout
Neptune with that wave fam
Blow up like I'm krypton
That super flow that saves fam
Can't lay fam, gotta work some
'Til they know the ledge and get to learn some
Hit the cardiac and get to hurtin some
Shorty want it bad well get to twerkin some
I'm a clean cut, smooth glasses, vibing to the right vibe kinda classy dude
Acting rude? Only on a beat
Or maybe when I see a fake ni**a with his acting shoes
Act a fool
And if you're not outta sight best believe you outta mind for the vison
Beat too sick had to give a new prescription
(Sharks in the pool catching bait call it fishing)
Go and do a dash in a thrash, I'ma blast with mag
Words hit you like a 9 millimeter
Get the last laugh in the lab head wolf of the pack
Pack loud calling me a blue dreamer
System got me f*cked up thinking we ain't rebels in a cause
Got a vision to revise the whole culture
Snakes in the grass, rats on the streets
Shame we gotta break a ni**a down like we vultures
I'm on one, I don't chase dreams, I sip tea and live the best life
Get my mind right, at the same time, in the right place, write the best vibe
I'm stuck between them Pesos
And growing like I'm Plato
That Naija blood, I serve heat
Egusi on my plate tho (Look... Check)

Every time I rap, bet I take yo fans
Bet I rep my clan, bet they clap they hands
Cause the flow go rat-a-tat-a-tat oh man
Think we got a problem calling Houston
The game's full of substitutes
These ni**as real teachers tryna spread the truth
These ni**as suck like leaches tryna f*ck with you
I'm lacing up my sneakers, it's my time to shoot
It's all mine
I'm with the slow grind, I hit like Cal Ripkin
Ball like Taj Gibson, outta yo sight (sight)
I'm knocking all the pins when I strike (strike)
A thick shorty with leggings, it's too tight (tight)
I move light, I groove right, so what's good
It seems like when I write, they no good
It's ball caps and dread locks in my hood
And crack rocks and cold blocks in my hood
But I never been ashamed of this shit
I be tryna maintain in this shit
According to the universe, I'ma young king in this shit
Batman, Bruce Wayne in this bitch
But every time I go downtown they don't look me in the eyes
They scared of a young ni**a still alive
Well I be scared of me too motherf*cker
My pops always told me that I got to fear God
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Outta sight I swear I'm off the plane
Tryna go from Camry to a range
Tryna move my family to the plains
Obsessed with drifting off into the rain
Can tell y'all never really been through pain
Being broke made me go insane
I talk to Dinero call me strange
When I die just bury me in chains
Pull up, hop out, Foe nem wildin' with the top out
It's litty, we done brought the block out
Who knew I be rappin', a dropout
Who knew I would trap out my Ma house
I just wanted gucci to pop out
Ballin too hard where da box out
Drippy when I pull a watch out
Homies be fu gotta watch out
The pole even cold when it's hot out
Need a milli 'fore I clock out (wait wait)
See them ni**as steady tryna hate
How you mad, I'm offering a plate
Take ya chick and throw her in sum bape
Remy, Fendi, that's expensive bait
100 Benji's I want in my safe
Tryna have my peoples out of state
With 2 shawties that's a double date
Pop 2 Mollies, turnt 'em to a lake
Both foreign that's a couple traits
Noodles, pasta, now we eating steaks
Being broke wasn't no mistake
Free the real that's locked behind the gates
'Member when I used to flip a 8th
Make the 7th money by the 8th
All this ice and I don't even skate
Big shooter dice done got me paid
I'm outta sight Like Ace is to da Spade
I run it up now I don't even race
You runner up You come in second place
She run with us, she tryna know the name
Turn her up then drop her at the train
I can't lie dis money made me change (Yo)
Still remain it's money over fame
100 milli split it with the gang

You only got one shot
You either fall to the bottom or you're on top
Yeah, you climb and you grind, but you don't stop
Seat back, leanin' back in the Lac with the beat knockin'
Kiim Bosh go crazy when the beat drop
These ni**as so lazy need a refund
This shit so crazy, watchin' reruns
Bruh man 5th floor, what are you doin'
See if I want it then I gotta have it
Just like my flow it's kinda like magic
I'm bout to take off, y'all not understandin'
Your vision so small, while mine still expanding
While you staying calm, I'm getting outlandish
This not for the weak, I know that your famished
So here's several seats, in case you hate standin'
You're 3 measures back, but we're nearing the ending
It's just the Beginning, and we're steady winnin', I know your head spinnin'
But please take a moment to breathe (breathe breathe)
I'm lyrically dominant and I am confident that it is hunting your dreams (dreams dreams)
And when you are choking I hope that you know that there's beauty in this beast (Beauty in this beast)
Like Montana 300 these lyrics are loaded, So I'd be careful how I speak (speak)
And I'd be careful I move (move)
Cause we'll be comin' after you (you)
I got ni**as that don't spare no feelings leaving little bitches in a bloody pool
And yeah I talk a little different, south side representin'- M.E. is my crew
Dreams in mass production, bag 'em up and sell 'em, hope it's something you can use

Hold on what they talkin' bout
Neptune with that wave fam
Blow up like I'm krypton
That super flow that saves fam
Can't lay fam, gotta work some
'Til they know the ledge and get to learn some
Hit the cardiac and get to hurtin some
Shorty want it bad well get to twerkin some
I'm a clean cut, smooth glasses, vibing to the right vibe kinda classy dude
Acting rude? Only on a beat
Or maybe when I see a fake ni**a with his acting shoes
Act a fool
And if you're not outta sight best believe you outta mind for the vison
Beat too sick had to give a new prescription
(Sharks in the pool catching bait call it fishing)
Go and do a dash in a thrash, I'ma blast with mag
Words hit you like a 9 millimeter
Get the last laugh in the lab head wolf of the pack
Pack loud calling me a blue dreamer
System got me f*cked up thinking we ain't rebels in a cause
Got a vision to revise the whole culture
Snakes in the grass, rats on the streets
Shame we gotta break a ni**a down like we vultures
I'm on one, I don't chase dreams, I sip tea and live the best life
Get my mind right, at the same time, in the right place, write the best vibe
I'm stuck between them Pesos
And growing like I'm Plato
That Naija blood, I serve heat
Egusi on my plate tho (Look... Check)

Every time I rap, bet I take yo fans
Bet I rep my clan, bet they clap they hands
Cause the flow go rat-a-tat-a-tat oh man
Think we got a problem calling Houston
The game's full of substitutes
These ni**as real teachers tryna spread the truth
These ni**as suck like leaches tryna f*ck with you
I'm lacing up my sneakers, it's my time to shoot
It's all mine
I'm with the slow grind, I hit like Cal Ripkin
Ball like Taj Gibson, outta yo sight (sight)
I'm knocking all the pins when I strike (strike)
A thick shorty with leggings, it's too tight (tight)
I move light, I groove right, so what's good
It seems like when I write, they no good
It's ball caps and dread locks in my hood
And crack rocks and cold blocks in my hood
But I never been ashamed of this shit
I be tryna maintain in this shit
According to the universe, I'ma young king in this shit
Batman, Bruce Wayne in this bitch
But every time I go downtown they don't look me in the eyes
They scared of a young ni**a still alive
Well I be scared of me too motherf*cker
My pops always told me that I got to fear God
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