out of sight

(album: RTJ4 - 2020)

Ayy, ayy

Ru-ru-run-run, here come the menace, it's a sobriety, like what?
Super thuggers thumping on the cut
What-what, what-what? My motherfucking Uzi weighs a ton
Hit the drum, do you hear it go, "Brrup-pum-pum-pum"
Run-run, piety just really isn't us
What a rush, see you cutting up a bod', that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfucking pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a really baby boy, beta moving extra heavy
Whipping Chevy (Uh), gotta get it, eat spaghetti with the maf'
So vegan, bitch, if he don't get 'cause they don't eat no steak and lobster
Sosa was my hero, only Tony since a fucking Hawk
(Out of sight) Out of mind, out of touch, out of time
Man, I'll smoke a bogie backwards with thumb up like, "It's fine"
(Run) See yourself, I say, selflessly divine
Leave me here to drown in glory, you're too good to cross that line
(Run-run) Tragically struck down in my prime
By the speed at which the bags are dropping
Shoulda watched the sky
You don't wanna live this life, it's really not sublime
I'm only doing what I want while hocking loogies at the swine

Out of sight (Ayy)
R-T-J, what you say? (Ayy)
I don't give a fuck, out-out-out-out of sight (ayy)
R-T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

We the motivating, devastating, captivating, Ghost and Rae relating
Product of the fuckin '80s, coke dealing babies
Never regulating, bag accumulating, it would not be overstating to say they are underrating
The pride of Brooklyn and the Grady baby
We don't need no compliments or confidence
Our attitude and latitude is, "Fuck you pay me"
Next summer leather bombers, dookie ropes and smoking indica
Ain't a team as mean and clean as J Meline and Michael Render, bruh
TV got no temperature, even if it did
Bitch, we cool as penguin pussy on the polar cap peninsula
Colder than your baby mama heart (Uh)
When she find out you been fucking with that other broad
And you ain't got that rent for her

I know you just about mcfuckin had it our shit is just magic
Go figure the runts of the litter did it without scamming
Was frying in the fat of the land, now your man is mashing
We back of the class and laughing, you raisin a hand and tattling
Mike shitted in your locker then left a note with a winky face
Meet us at three o'clock if you wanna do something tragic
We'll shrinky dinky all of that yapping, it's automated
The gears of the rapper shredder want action and it'll have it

You know I'm popping, the product of fuckin poverty
I'm cool as AC and you niggas you just wannabes
I slide on tracks like home plate, ride beats like road rage
Got a crib in like four states, uh
I get a text like, "Stay safe"
Text back, "I miss that pussy, be home soon and I can't wait"
I came from a dream, triple beam, and some grey tape (Yeah)
A sister went shopping and put my bags in the A8
"Hello Mr. Big Face," the bank teller tryna get rank
I buy a hot dog stand if I'm tryna be frank
Just left the hospital, making sure my nigga was straight
And sent bail, couple dollars 'til they give him a date
Tony

Out-out-out of sight (Ayy)
R-T-J, what you say? (Ayy)
I don't give a fuck, out-out-out-out of sight (ayy)
R-T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?