Subject - Under the Sun Lyrics

Through everything under the sun I just been getting it done
Getting it done getting it done
Doing everything under the sun I just been getting it done
Through everything under the sun
I just been getting it done

I step into to the gauntlet while most people just talk shit
Like they really got it but they're flocking not popping
I'm working till I'm dropping learning new shit everyday
I'm staying true to who I knew while puffing on gorilla glue
Rolling up a blunt or two and going around with nothing to do
I'm gunning and coming not fronting that is no discussion
To get a tax deduction through this audio seduction
I'm bout to go the top never stop till I drop
And I make it round my spot y'all will never be forgotten
This the come up from the bottom them poems in kindergarten
Leaving haters lethargic because I'm so melodic
Putting bread into my pockets then it's spread around to the family
Cuz we all gotta eat
Till the day that I'm six feet deep even after all that I hope I'm still on repeat though

I'll know that this shit was always timeless
Most these kids mindless off the drugs and lifeless
I'm just smoking dope until I develop bronchitis
I'm sentimentally heavenly endlessly
On pursuit of shooting truth into the youth whenever subject's in the booth
I'm the living breathing proof of
Bringing it back to that real shit
Living the the way that I feel bitch
I hit the switch now I'm grinding to get rich
Which route I take will make or break greatness
From the underestimated always thinking that he's faded
But he's sitting in the basement dictating his own fate
In own my lane moving so swiftly
I Bruce lee any competition to oblivion
Got em asking whose he that one out of billion
Never spitting the simple shit the one that bitches
Thought would quit

You shoulda would coulda's better move as I come through
Who knew life could have such a good view
I'm part of the very few who keep the shit original
Ain't no typical visual clinical of my principles
Tryna rhyme every syllable so despicable
Feeling so invincible never not on the grind
Every second that I find goes right back into the rhymes
This path that I'm taking's a climb I'm back on my shit and it's time
To reach my prime and leave these haters behind
If we don't coincide you won't get a co-sign
Independent state of mind most these rappers blind
Then get mined for every dollar of royalties and performance checks
With enormous debt till the death I heard that's how you get success
I confess I am none like the rest
What a shame that I'm categorized with lame motherf*ckers