Under the Sun - Jesse James Solomon, kadiata

She said «this food is great»

Since she became a pescatarian she been losing weight

Fish scale, tuna flake

Street league, we got moves to make

I held the pen and it knew the page

I do the maze and got out cause I knew their ways

Hot boy, yeah, it’s blue the flame

Hot boy, yeah, it’s blue the —

I don’t sleep much

And when I do I don’t dream

My life’s like a scene out of Taxi Driver

The traffic lights, I cruise under the beams

In a Beamer, behind the tints I’m a schemer

I poured liquor for Mo, he was a dreamer

But I know the grass greener

Rollin' with Simone, I make her hold the nina

Young boy, serve it like Serena

Yeah, I had fam like fiends

What do you want, a 9 bar or a 16?

I was 16 gettin' cake, whip cream

You was in the crib playing COD split screen

Turn it into P I flip B

Uniqlo fleece when I cut through the breeze

I was busting quarters, came to make P’s and Q’s

Before I was ever on P’s

I do it for my niggas that can never believe

Performin' here and there

And it’s Jesse, it’s me and it’s *Yeah, yeah, it’s Jesse, it’s me!*

I’m like the hottest under the sun

Boy, you can believe in whatever you want

Son of a gun

Came a long way, look at what I become

Stepped out on sauce

Boss man, you got AUX?

If not then I’ll walk the walk

I spit this shit like I talk

G.O.A.T.

walk on the stage

Spilt champagne on the floor

I spat C4, before the fans were asking for more

Less is more, tell me more

I mean say less more or less

My ting give me head, she’s ahead of the rest

I cut through the city with S

I’m in Paris, wine and some bread

That’s body and flesh

Holler at Johnny, axe on my neck

I put the chatter to bed

Real niggas back in effect

Lionel Jesse, he shoots

He hits the back of the net

I do not lack when I step

Son of the ends

I used to blam on the ped

I used to *Uh!*

She give me hat in the shed

I put the pack in the zeg

She wanna link, but she won’t come south of the Thames

I’m like the hottest under the sun

Boy, you can believe in whatever you want

Son of a gun

Came a long way, look at what I become

I’m like the hottest under the sun

Boy, you can believe in whatever you want

Son of a gun

Came a long way, look at what I become