Under The Sun
 作词 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge
 作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge
 If you miss me
 And you can't find
 Me nowhere
 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 ****ing with son
 I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
 A couple of *****s that bust up the party and **** up the fun
 She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend
 She ig'-ing you while we ****ing 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
 *****s 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' *****
 Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy
 Potato over my gun
 I move in silence 'cause *****s be clocking my funds
 When they should keep eye on their *****
 'Cause baby girl coming with son
 *****s 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 ***** would like Liam Neeson
 I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason
 ***** *****, 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 Caprice on them thangs
 I'm Beatties Ford 'til the wheels fall
 Know some *****s probably pissed off
 Who would thought I made it this far?
 Gold Mouf, *****, **** 'em all
 I woke up for some money, ayy, 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 ****
 ******* call me a jock, all-American
 I'm at the top of my class with my lettermen
 I remember back in college, ******* 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 **** 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, *****, I'm lit, but I'm really cool
 Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
 They don't come out after dark, *****, 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 ****, let's get physical
 They gon' be hollerin' out, "Rip," and they missin' you
 They got me started, I might as well finish it (Talk your ****)
 I'm from C******te, you know how these *****s do
 Baby
 I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' *****
 Too many opps in here, tell me who you with