Sun Lyrics – JID, Anycia

Read the full Sun lyrics by JID and Anycia along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy JID's music, you can also explore Make My Day! and What About Us, two other songs by JID.

[Part I]

[Intro]
Sounding like dreams, man
Sounding like dreams, man
Sounding-

[Verse 1: JID]
I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this s*it
N!ggas ain't talking bout throwing no hands, 'cause n!ggas is spraying about this s*it
I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this s*it
If it ain't pan out, I ain't handling pans, I'm laying outside of your crib
Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick
Put up a middle finger, scream "Fu*k the world" while my other hand's on my d!ck
You ain't a killer, y'all just a bunch of couple girls, all that complementing n!gga s*it
Leave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick
Magic wand, b!tch, your work in my wrist
Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists
Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six
God's son, got the sun in my fist
God's son got a gun
Bet he pop it, you drop it and run
Ain't no stopping that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets
N!ggas play with my profit, he done
N!gga play with my partner, he dumb
And you must not know where we from
Let the heat dump when you come in these slums
Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped
Seen him at the repass, n!ggas sleep, huh
I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh
You a lil' pu*sy, n!gga, let me see sum'
I can eat a rapper n!gga, Jeffery Dahm'

[Verse 2: Anycia & JID]
Uh, I can eat a rap b!tch up, woah
Don't like me, don't give no fu*ks
Got JID in the back with a what?
You a real freak, gotta show me sum'
Make a n!gga break bread like he owe me some
Ain't got no d!ck, you can blow me right through the city with a n!gga real lowkey
Met the b!tch once, but the hoe don't know me
Back to back calling, a n!gga annoying
Running these b!tches, I'm tired (She tired)
All of these b!tches fast food, all of these b!tches be fried
I blocked the n!gga, I don't have the time
Tiffany set just to show off the grind
Do what I want, but, you'll never be mine
I am a Bonnie, but you not a Clyde

[Part II]

[Verse: JID]
Oh, s*it
I got some questions, don't got the answers
We had to find us another way
Lately, I ain't been trusting, peeping the slander
That don't do nothing but motivate
Don't nobody can pass or control the hate
Call me JID, hoe, what's a protege?
Better watch what you saying, 'cause how we play it
Bullets singing, it won't be a lucky day
Just an unholy night when they on the way
Man, I hope no indictments is on the way
We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case
Keep the sentences lighter, it's stoned away
'Cause we battling life through the order
You giving your heart, but not even the song safe
Told my dawg on the street to be smart on your back as a target, he said "Boy, you know I'm straight" (Damn)
But, I know he ain't

[Segue: JID]
So I know to pray
Life fast but I'm moving slow like an old lady
Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy
Now, you road raging, no stopping, no braking
People watching, money waiting

[Part III]

[Verse: JID, Anycia & J. Cole]
World spinning like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, woah
Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulating
Me and shawty having conversation, asking me of my occupation
What it's like and her friend want an invitation, maybe, I can pull off a combination
While I'm plotting world domination, overtaking
Ain't underrated, ain't overrated
Ain't even made it, n!ggas still hating
Said I fall off, but they still waiting
JID regining, killed the body but I'm still spraying
Cole told me I should quit the playing
Then he played The Fall Off and that s*it was banging (Appreciate it my boy, that s*it on the way too)
Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it
Never holding on the information, n!ggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans
Taking spots, n!ggas holding places, ain't forgot about you hoes hating
Ain't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em
N!ggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination
That's a B-E-T, I'm going crazy over everything until the cycle changes
Bet at me, I'm really complicated, I am not the plantiff, I am not complaining
Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, on a team of flows like I'm Martha
Blanking
Everybody that was sleeping, thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket
All rubber to the road, smothering the globe, gotta make it home, crank it
With the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinking
Overstressing, but I'm taking my city to table, I'm not finna play with you

[Outro: Anycia]
B!tches always talking 'bout, they doing this, they doing that
I'on ever see b!tches doing nothing
I'on ever see you b!tches going to the bank
I'on ever see you b!tches getting no money
I'on ever see you b!tches doing nothing (Aw)
Move the fu*k out the way or get rolled over, b!tch