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Artist: Dreamville f/ DaBaby, J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Lute
Album:  Revenge of the Dreamers III
Song:   Under the Sun
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: sample of The Argo Singers' "I'll Be Waiting For You"]
IIIIIIIIIf, you miss meeeee (ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh)
And yooooooou, can't fiiiind, me nowhereeeee...

[J. Cole]
I done seen it all, oh my God
I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear
Uhh, uhh

Nothin' new under the sun
Nobody fuckin' 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 diggin' me and I'm cuffin' her friend
She iggin' you while we fuckin' 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 barkin', we send 'em astray
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 moooooneyyyyyyy!
Ayy, lil' bitch
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

[Kendrick Lamar]

Potato over my gun
I move in silence cause niggas be clockin' my funds
When they should keep eye on they bitch
cause baby girl comin' with son
Niggas be judgin' my moves, but please tell me what have you done?
My cousin'll air out the party for fun
Pistol grips get to squeezin'
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 just put diamonds on all of my teeth
now they probably think I ain't intelligent
In the homicide unit interrogation askin' 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 lettermen
I remember back in college
Bitches knockin' 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 sellin' 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 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 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'
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