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On Sight
Hip-Hop/Rap
On Sight was released on August 29, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album Immakulate
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Release DateAugust 29, 2025
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mak11
Mak11
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Butt
Zach Butt
Songwriter
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZACH808BEATS
ZACH808BEATS
Producer

Lyrics

I want diamonds I want ice, I been grinding all of my life
If you riding by my side then we can say bye bye nine to five
Tell 'em it's time cuz I'm on fire, everything mine, oh my, all right
We gon be fine but try to lie and find out I'll move right on sight, yeah
I want diamonds I want ice, I been grinding all of my life
If you riding by my side then we can say bye bye nine to five
Tell 'em it's time cuz I'm on fire, everything mine, oh my, all right
We gon be fine but try to lie and find out I'll move right on sight, yeah
Right on sight, ready up for your final fight
Letting it blow like dynamite, man you just know this kind of night, yeah
Set it alight, something get broke, ain't cry or gripe
Yeah you best hope that your side got might, I'm ready to go and my timing is tight, aye
Man they got too many vices, you want the roof off the coupe, get your license
Hard not to root for my troupe, we the nicest, crew want the guwop, it's true it's decisive
Ain't bout to lose cuz we lit like a light switch, they out the loop, they ain't listen to my shit
I got the scoop, I don't need they advice bitch, watch when I'm moving, I'm stepping out seismic
Yeah, just like an earthquake, putting my lyrics on the Richter scale
Ain't nobody got spirit only shit for sale, only God that I'm fearing, man they fit to fail
Talking all weird, I ain't sharing your tales, why they wanna smear like Miracle mayo
I'm glad I got merit, I'm hearing 'em bail, got me laughing, I swear they ain't scaring a snail
It baffles me actually, the fact that they think that they even come close or compare
I'm sat in the back of the lab with a pad and a pen and I'm drinking the coldest of beers
Put me and Zach on a track, see what happens, we give 'em the shit that'll blow out your ears
Rather trap for a sack than to cap or to rat on some business, so listen just don't interfere, yeah
I want diamonds I want ice, I been grinding all of my life
If you riding by my side then we can say bye bye nine to five
Tell 'em it's time cuz I'm on fire, everything mine, oh my, all right
We gon be fine but try to lie and find out I'll move right on sight, yeah
I want diamonds I want ice, I been grinding all of my life
If you riding by my side then we can say bye bye nine to five
Tell 'em it's time cuz I'm on fire, everything mine, oh my, all right
We gon be fine but try to lie and find out I'll move right on sight, yeah
Right on sight, can't take no chances, write my life down, I need answers
I might wife her, buy that mansion, can't be stifled by your standards
Don't think twice about the hazards, brave new heights that I can handle
They can bite me, all those bastards, taking lives to buy the land up
Gotta stand up just like Marley, putting your hands up but no Harley
Go get your bands up, make your barley, making demands for I, no Carly
Bitch I'm a man, don't ride in a car seat, get in the van, we not driving too far g
Give you the plan, please don't try to parse me, twisting up grams, ain't smoking on marsh weed
But it's still dank, I roll it and light it, get hit like a tank at Tienemen Square
I've never been there, I should go on a flight, take a trip just to say that it's better than here
I'm especially rare, say your bro wanna fight, need to get out my face, get your breath out my ear
Money stretching like chairs, these hoes getting hype and these haters be staying so stressed when I'm near
Switching up gears, I'm revving my engine, I can't slow down, keep burning this octane
Vision so clear, been said it's resplendent, my team roll out and we serving 'em hot flame
Real independent but certain I want fame, kill the pretenders, we purging the opps mane
Still no contenders emerging who got game, peel out in the Benz but don't swerve in the wrong lane
Written by: Andrew Kevin McDonald, Zach Butt
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