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Dreamville

"Under the Sun"

[Intro: J. Cole]
If you miss me
And you can't find
Me nowhere

I done seen it all, oh my God
Uh
I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Nothing new under the sun, nobody f*cking with son
I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
A couple of n*ggas that bust up the party and f*ck up the fun
She digging me and I’m cuffing her friend
She ig'-ing you while we f*cking for fun
I got her suckin' her thumb, that’s my lil' baby
She call me daddy like grandmama baby
If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy
I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage
An M is my minimum wage
This ain't no kennel, behave
n*ggas is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray
So in a way we the dogcatchers
How many bullets your dawg catchin'?
Sawed-off, raw dog fashion
Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b*tch
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy

[Verse 2: Lute]
Potato over my gun
I move in silence 'cause n*ggas be clocking my funds
When they should keep eye on they b*tch ’cause baby girl coming with son
n*ggas be judging my moves, but please tell me, what have you done?
My cousin might air out the party for fun
Pistol grips get to squeezing
Wish a n*gga would like Liam Neeson
I don’t even need a reason, loyalty over treason
b*tch n*gga, come and see me
Put some respect on my name
What side of my city I claim
I try to stay in my lane
Took my advance and put a Caprice on them thangs
I'm Beatties Ford ’til the wheels fall
Know some n*ggas probably p*ssed off
Who would thought I made it this far?
Gold Mouf, b*tch, f*ck 'em all

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b*tch
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

[Verse 3: DaBaby]
I just put diamonds on all of my teeth, now they probably think I ain't intelligent
In the homicide unit interrogation, asking questions, you know I ain’t tell 'em sh*t
b*tches call me a jock, all-American
I'm at the top of my class with my lettermen
I remember back in college, b*tches knocking on my dorm door
I ain't never let 'em in
Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few
Ain't no job, I'm selling gas like I'm Jiffy Lube
I had a freak, used to f*ck while her boyfriend in class
I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2
No back and forth with these rappers
They mention me, dissin' me
No talkin' back, I won't mention you
Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip
They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews
I'm on fire, b*tch, I'm lit, but I'm really cool
Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
They don't come out after dark, b*tch, I swim with the sharks
You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool
Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'
Reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
I got a Glock with a di*k, let's get physical
They gon' be hollerin' out, "Rip," and they missin' you
They got me started, I might as well finish it (Talk your sh*t, n*gga)
I'm from Charlotte, you know how these n*ggas do
Baby

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b*tch
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

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