Outta Sight Sounds, Fanetic, Kiim Bosh, Curt - Chi Grizzy Lyrics

When ever we come through niggas seem to know the drill
You won't ever catch us lacking cause that shit will get you killed
I got hitters that are packing and their tempers outta sight
Point them out they get the clappin haters gone before the night

A lot of weight on my chest (Stress)
But you niggas won't have me pressed (bet)
To me, you can not compare (yeah)
Although I know that your compelled (yeah)
To be anything but yourself (well)
See me, I roll with the best
Outta sight like the shxts all in Braille (and)
My hittaz will show you what hell is like
If you ever get outta pocket
Eye
Don't think I could ever stop them
Why?
Cause they all got 99 problems
And
Are looking for a way to solve them
Man, you shoulda just stayed in your lane
This shxts not a game
I'm going insane
My flow is so sick and it's infecting brains
Tony said take off til they know my name
On LSD and we switching them lanes
That's Lake Shore Drive, to translate for them lames
You are not gang
You can't hang hang hang
I'm over east with that Chicago thang
Expanding my reach like that street fighter guy
Getting so high that im touching the clouds
Call animal planet cuz it's getting wild
I'm not Janet Jackson but got that feedback
I want the whole meal I say fuck all the snacks
When I get the beat it's just no turning back

I'm from the seize cero nueve, that's where the head lay, my eyes on the prize in the Chi for the segue, and they Ain't doing squat these niggas been skipping leg day, let's play, you ain't contesting my second best day

Niggas worried bout a picture with a thousand likes
But I been doing this 52 hundred thousand nights, you niggas
Fishing for clout to get you a pound of ice
And I'm just putting in the time so that ours (hours) right, my niggas
Living in route to get to the mountain heights
It's only fire around me I'm living bowser life, I'm outta sight
Nastier than a scalp with lice, my crown is tight, mountain lion to mountain mice

Know the rules of this shit if you wanna rule this shit
I'm shooting quick and I'm too legit with this music shit, I
Do it smoother than stupid dufus's moving the units
I'm through with the losing I'm moving improving

And I been mad clever, my path is mad cheddar
Get a Zab jab after attacking the bag getter, I ain't ask never, for ya
2 cents ya loose lips, too sick, nigga I'm Bruce Smith, a blue chip, blew chips
Just for the new fit, my crew lit
Move sick, doing this music with a full clip, new shit
Look in the news clip for who hit, shit, the report is Bobby
(Bobby Portis) been on his bullshit... yea, I'm on my bullshit

I Boucher whoever doubting mine, it's hooray for the sound of mine
I ain't even round my prime, I'm down to
Grind fine till the medallion shine, leave clowns behind, outta sight outta mind

Thee second coming of the mad rapper
Man I hate these rappers, after I kill em, they be all friendly with me, but no time for Caspers
Get back in yo casket, causin all that racket, flow classy but the beat ratchet
Naw I don't mean to gas it, but you don't want no smoke just pass it
Y'all ain't ahead of my past shit
Not in my bracket
Where's the challenge? I'm on an island
A lonely planet, I'm out here wildin' silence!
We in a art of war
Full of carnivores
I'll paint it black, put my art in stores, I'm charging more
Cause I'm in rare form way past the norm
So place ya bids, I don't play with kids
I'm lacing it, every place I'm in
I don't need your validation maybe y'all
Fuck a rap caviar, I know I'm raw

When ever we come through niggas seem to know the drill
You won't ever catch us lacking cause that shit will get you killed
I got hitters that are packing and their tempers outta sight
Point them out they get the clappin haters gone before the night