Outta Sight

Man, I remember dappin dealers I know that thugs don't sleep at night And they was tryna raid the village But we defend it with our lives They shut us out, say we a stigma I say our beam is ultralight And they perceive us as some killas But truthfully we outta sight Bitch I die for The art Death come in two Baby girl, Noah's arc Yes i'm a fool It behooves to be smart But these niggas checkin pockets For a tool And its hard For a nigga like I To constantly be nullified And still try to stay dignified Niggas like that multiply A Ludovico of the Same scriptures, same pictures Same bitches Same mixture Same niggas So it's sine qua non That i do this on my own Never flip like palindromes This that leave that brick and mortar And take online classes Just so you could practice craft This that spend most of your Adolescence in the crib Because you were ashamed of your past Self reflection in my lyrics On the inner outs of the world Lookin in Got a piece of mind in every topic Got so much on my mind Don't know where to begin Talkin to my shadow thinkin He was more reliable than The niggas i was with Cause when the shit hit the fan I'd manifest a random reason why I couldn't relate Used my knowledge as a mechanism Similar to Gaara usin sand as a shell Nobody ever wants to be the fool So i'd lie and i'd cheat To get outta hell No this isn't Mr. Rogers, paintin Pretty pictures and tellin you to "Be yourself" This that give a f*ck about a nigga If he got a issue with the way you prevail