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 Uhh 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] Ayy! [Lute] 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 [Chorus] [DaBaby] 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 Baby [Chorus]