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Under the Sun

Dreamville and JCole
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[00:26.20] If you miss me

[00:00.00] And you can't find

[00:00.00] Me nowhere

[00:00.00] I done seen it all, oh my God

[00:00.00] Uh

[00:00.00] I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear

[00:00.00] Uh, uh

[00:00.00] Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son

[00:00.00] I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns

[00:00.00] A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun

[00:00.00] She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend

[00:00.00] She ig'-ing you while we fucking for fun

[00:00.00] I got her suckin' her thumb, that's my lil' baby

[00:00.00] She call me daddy like grandmama baby

[00:00.00] If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy

[00:00.00] I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage

[00:00.00] An M is my minimum wage

[00:00.00] This ain't no kennel, behave

[00:00.00] Niggas is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray

[00:00.00] So in a way we the dogcatchers

[00:00.00] How many bullets your dawg catchin'?

[00:00.00] Sawed-off, raw dog fashion

[00:00.00] Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn

[00:00.00] I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch

[00:00.00] Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy

[00:00.00] Potato over my gun

[00:00.00] I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds

[00:00.00] When they should keep eye on they bitch 'cause baby girl coming with son

[00:00.00] Niggas be judging my moves, but please tell me, what have you done?

[00:00.00] My cousin might air out the party for fun

[00:00.00] Pistol grips get to squeezing

[00:00.00] Wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson

[00:00.00] I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason

[00:00.00] Bitch nigga, come and see me

[00:00.00] Put some respect on my name

[00:00.00] What side of my city I claim

[00:00.00] I try to stay in my lane

[00:00.00] Took my advance and put a Caprice on them thangs

[00:00.00] I'm Beatties Ford 'til the wheels fall

[00:00.00] Know some niggas probably pissed off

[00:00.00] Who would thought I made it this far?

[00:00.00] Gold Mouf, bitch, fuck 'em all

[00:00.00] I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch

[00:00.00] Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

[00:00.00] I just put diamonds on all of my teeth, now they probably think I ain't intelligent

[00:00.00] In the homicide unit interrogation, asking questions, you know I ain't tell 'em shit

[00:00.00] Bitches call me a jock, all-American

[00:00.00] I'm at the top of my class with my lettermen

[00:00.00] I remember back in college, bitches knocking on my dorm door

[00:00.00] I ain't never let 'em in

[00:00.00] Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few

[00:00.00] Ain't no job, I'm selling gas like I'm Jiffy Lube

[00:00.00] I had a freak, used to fuck while her boyfriend in class

[00:00.00] I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2

[00:00.00] No back and forth with these rappers

[00:00.00] They mention me, dissin' me

[00:00.00] No talkin' back, I won't mention you

[00:00.00] Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip

[00:00.00] They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews

[00:00.00] I'm on fire, bitch, I'm lit, but I'm really cool

[00:00.00] Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule

[00:00.00] They don't come out after dark, bitch, I swim with the sharks

[00:00.00] You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool

[00:00.00] Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'

[00:00.00] Reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool

[00:00.00] I got a Glock with a dick, let's get physical

[00:00.00] They gon' be hollerin' out, "Rip," and they missin' you

[00:00.00] They got me started, I might as well finish it (Talk your shit)

[00:00.00] I'm from Charlotte, you know how these niggas do

[00:00.00] Baby

[00:00.00] I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch

[00:00.00] Too many opps in here, tell me who you with