Chords for Dreamville - Under The Sun ft. J. Cole, Lute & DaBaby (Official Audio)

_ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _
If _ _ _ _ _ _ you [F] miss _ _ me _
_ [Em] _ [Dm] And [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ you _ [Am] can't _ _ [G] find [F] _ _ _ me [C]
nowhere
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _
I [F] done seen it all, oh my [Dm] god
_ _ _ [Em]
I [Dm] done seen it all, oh my god, I swear
[Em] _ _ [N] _
_ [F] Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with sun
I got a couple of sons, a couple of [C] guns
A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun
She digging me and I'm cuffing a friend
She gigging you while we fucking for fun
[Eb] I got her sucking her thumb, that my little baby
[Am] She call me daddy like grandmama baby
If [Eb] this Sunday dinner, my hand on the [F] gravy
I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage
And [C] it was my minimum wage, this ain't no kennel but hey
If niggas was without that bucket, we sitting in the shade
So in a way we the dog catchers
How many bullets do dog [F] catchin'?
It's all dog, raw [G] dog fashion
Hard dog, hope dog catchin', [F] dang
_ [Dm] I woke up for some [Em]
money
[Dm] _ _ [F] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [F] Too many [D] opps here, tell me [F] who you with?
Potato over my gun
I move in silence cause niggas be clocking my funds
When they should keep eye on they bitch cause baby girl coming with son
Niggas be judging my moves, but please tell me what have you done?
My cousin that A out the party for fun
Pistol grips get to [B] squeezing
Wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson
I don't even need a reason, loyalty [C] 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 out my lane
Took my advance and put a Corpus on them fangs
I'm baiting forward till the wheels fall
Know some niggas probably pissed off
Who would've [D] thought I made it this far
[F] Gold mouth bitch, fuck em all _ _
[Dm] I woke [F] up for some _ [Dm] money _
_ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ Too many [D] opps here, tell me who you with?
[F] 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 telling shit
Bitches call me a jog all American
I'm at the top of my class with my letterman
I remember back in college
Bitches knocking on my dorm door
I ain't never let them in
Now you know that that's cap
No I hit a few
Ain't no job, [Em] I'm selling gas like them Jiffy Lube
I had a few, used to fuck while [F] boyfriend in class
I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2
No back and forth with these rappers
[G] They mention me dissing me
No talking back, I won't mention you
Watch when [F] I come put that iron on your ass
And I did, they gon' want me to snitch in my interview
I'm on fire bitch, I'm lit but I'm really cool
[A] Don't acknowledge the shit when they ridicule
They don't come [F] out after garbage
That's when with the [Gm] sharps
You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool
Wanna fight but he bigger
I ain't really tripping
Reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tube
I got a Glock with a dick, let's get physical
They gon' be hollering I'm ripping
They missing you, they got me started
I might as well finish it
[F] I'm from Charlotte, you know how these niggas do Baby
[Em] _ [Dm] I woke up for some money
_ _ [F] _ _ [Dm] Hey, lil' bitch
[Em] Too many [D] opps in here
Tell me who you with _ _