Under The Sun (Clean) - Dreamville/J. Cole/Lute/DaBaby

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge

Composed by：Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge

If you miss me

And you can't find

You know what

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 f**king with son

I got a couple of sons a couple of guns

A couple of n***as that bust up the party

And f**k up the fun

She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend

She ig'-ing you while we f**king 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***as 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 d**n

I woke up for some money ayy lil' lil'

Too many opps in here tell me who you with ayy

Potato over my gun

I move in silence

'Cause n***as be clocking my funds

When they should keep eye on they b***h

'Cause baby girl coming with son

N***as 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***a would like Liam Neeson

I don't even need a reason loyalty over treason

B***h n***a 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 n***as probably pissed off

Who would thought I made it this far

Gold Mouf b***h f**k 'em all

I woke up for some money ayy lil' lil'

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 s**t

B***hes call me a jock all-American

I'm at the top of my class with my letterman

I remember back in college

B***hes 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**k

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 a*s and I dip

They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews

I'm on fire b***h

I'm lit but I'm really cool

Don't acknowledge the shrimps

When they ridicule

They don't come out after dark b***h

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 s**t n***a

I'm from Charlotte you know how these n***as do

Baby

I woke up for some money ayy lil' lil'

Too many opps in here tell me who you with ay ay