Under The Sun (with J. Cole & Lute feat. DaBaby)

If, you miss me
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 And you, can't find
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 I done seen it all, oh my God
 Uh
 I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear
 Uh, uh
 Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son
 I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
 A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun
 She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend
 She ig'-ing you while we fucking 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
 Niggas 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
 I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
 Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy
 Potato over my gun
 I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds
 When they should keep eye on they bitch 'cause baby girl coming with son
 Niggas 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 nigga would like Liam Neeson
 I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason
 Bitch nigga, 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 cold piece on them thangs
 I'm Beatties Ford 'til the wheels fall
 Know some niggas probably pissed off
 Who would thought I made it this far?
 Gold Mouf, bitch, fuck 'em all
 I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
 Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
 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 shit
 Bitches call me a jock, all-American
 I'm at the top of my class with my letterman
 I remember back in college, bitches 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 fuck while her boyfriend in class
 I hit her from the back from like ten to two
 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, bitch, I'm lit, but I'm really cool
 Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
 They don't come out after dark, bitch, 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'
 I reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
 I got a Glock with a dick, let's get physical
 They gon' be hollerin' out, "RIP," and they missin' you
 They got me started, I might as well finish (Talk your shit, nigga)
 I'm from Charlotte, you know how these niggas do
 Baby
 I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
 Too many opps in here, tell me who you with