Lute - Under The Sun lyrics

[J. Cole:] If you miss me And you can't find I done seen it all, my God Yeah I done seen it all, my God, I swear Uh, uh Nothing new under the sun, nobody fu*king with son I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns A couple of ni**as that bust up the party and fu*k up the fun She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend She ig'-ing you while we fu*king for fun I got her su*kin' 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 ni**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, damn I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b*tch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy [Lute:] Potato over my gun I move in silence 'cause ni**as be clocking my funds When they should keep eye on they b*tch 'cause baby girl coming with son ni**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 ni**a would like Liam Neeson I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason b*tch ni**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 ni**as probably pissed off Who would thought I made it this far? Gold Mouf, b*tch, fu*k 'em all I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b*tch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with [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 letterman 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 fu*k 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' 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 sh*t, ni**a) I'm from Charlotte, you know how these ni**as do Baby I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' b*tch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with