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[Verse: 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 the man about this s*it If things 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 hands 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 put your work in my wrist Magic Johnson, I’m sick with assists Bron-Bron, when I jump 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 pop it, he done N!gga play with my partner, he’ll do ’em Well, you must not know where we from Let the heat dump when you come in these slums Came in the ski mask, he gon’ leave slumped Seen him at the repass n!ggas sleep on him I catch a body, I catch a beat, huh You a lil’ pu*sy, n!gga, let me see sum’ I can eat a rapper n!gga Jeffery Dahm’, wait [Verse: Anycia] Wait, I can eat a rap b!tch, yeah Don’t like me, don’t get no funds Here with JID and Dreamville like what? B!tch. Sun lyrics – JID : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com