JID ignites the streets with “Sun,” a blistering track featuring Anycia from his upcoming album God Does Like Ugly, dropping on August 8, 2025. Packed with razor-sharp bars and Atlanta grit, JID’s lyrical onslaught—paired with Anycia’s fierce energy—delivers a high-octane anthem that echoes the triumphant choir of “Glory” and the raw unity of “Community.” With lines like “God’s son, got the sun in my fist,” it’s JID at his boldest, rivaling Gunna’s “Showed Em” swagger. Join us for “Sun” lyrics by JID with Anycia and witness how he bends bars and breaks molds—one verse at a time.
| Lead Vocals | JID & Anycia |
| Songwriter | JID & Anycia |
| Music Producer | [TBA] |
| Label | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
| Release Date | August 8, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
Lyrics of Sun by JID & Anycia
[Part I]
[Intro]
Soundin’ Like Dreams, Man
Soundin’ Like Dreams, Man
Soundin’-
[Verse 1: JID]
I Got Plans, I Got Goals, I Ain’t Playing About This Shit
Niggas Ain’t Talkin’ Bout Throwin’ No Hands,
‘Cause Niggas Is Sprayin’ About This Shit
I Got My Family, I Got My Fans, I Been A Man About This Shit
If It Don’t Pan Out, I Ain’t Handlin’ Pans, I’m Layin’ 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 “F**k The World”
While My Other Hand’s On My D!ck
You Ain’t A Killer, Y’all Just A Bunch Of Cover Girls,
All That Complementin’ Nigga Shit
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 Stoppin’ That Lil’ Rocket In Them Issey Miyake Pockets
Niggas Play With My Profit, He Done
Nigga 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, Niggas Sleep, Huh
I Could Catch A Body, I Could Catch A Beat, Huh
You A Lil’ Pussy, Nigga, Let Me See Sum’
I Can Eat A Rapper Nigga, Jeffery Dahm’
[Verse 2: Anycia & JID]
Uh, I Can Eat A Rap B!tch Up (Woah)
Don’t Like Me, Don’t Give No F**k
Got J.I.D In The Back With A What?
You A Real Freak, Gotta Show Me Sum’
Make A Nigga Break Bread Like He Owe Me Some
Ain’t Got No D!ck, You Can Blow Me
Ridin’ Through The City With A Nigga Real Lowkey
Met The B!tch Once, But The Hoe Don’t Know Me
Back To Back Callin’, A Nigga Annoyin’
Runnin’ These B!tches, I’m Tired (She Tired)
All Of These B!tches Is Fast Food, All Of These B!tches Be Fried
I Blocked The Nigga, 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, Anycia & J. Cole]
Oh, Shit
I Got Some Questions, Don’t Got The Answers
We Had To Find Us Another Way
Lately, I Ain’t Been Trustin’, Peepin’ The Slander
That Don’t Do Nothin’ But Motivate
Don’t Nobody Come Pass Or Control The Hate
Call Me J.I.D, Hoe, What’s A Protege?
Better Watch What You Sayin’, ’cause How We Play It
Bullets Singin’, 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 Thrown Away
’cause We Battlin’ Life Through The Art,
And You Givin’ Your Heart, But Not Even The Song Safe
Told My Dawg On The Street To Be Smart, On Your Back Is A Target,
He Said “Boy, You Know I’m Straight” (Damn)
But, I Know He Ain’t
So I Know To Pray
Life Fast But I’m Movin’ Slow Like An Old Lady
Damn, Gassed Him Up Full Of Fame And Got Drove Crazy
Now, You Road Ragin’, No Stoppin’, No Brakin’
People Watchin’, Money Waitin’
World Spinnin’ Like The Blunt Hit It, It’s In Rotation, Woah
Full Moon, My Lil’ Horny Boo Say She Ovulatin’
Me And Shawty Havin’ Conversation, Askin’ Me About My Occupation
What It’s Like And Her Friend Want An Invitation,
Maybe, I Can Pull Off A Combination
While I’m Plottin’ World Domination, Overtakin’
Ain’t Underrated, Ain’t Overrated
Ain’t Even Made It, Niggas Still Hatin’
Said I Fall Off, But They Still Waitin’
Jid Reignin’, Killed The Body But I’m Still Sprayin’
Cole Told Me I Should Quit The Playin’
Then He Played The Fall Off And That Shit Was Bangin’
(Appreciate It My Boy,That Shit On The Way Too)
Motivation, Let Me Know, I Got Some More To Make It
Never Holdin’ On To Information,
Niggas Gon’ Relay It Like Four Jamaicans
Takin’ Spots, Niggas Holdin’ Places,
Ain’t Forgot About You Hoes Hatin’
Ain’t Forgot About Them Conversations In The Barbershops,
I Should Go And Fade ’em
Niggas Still Ain’t Let Me Cover Fader, Bet Won’t Give Me Nomination
That’s A B-e-t, I’m Goin’ Crazy Over Everything Until The Cycle Changes
That Ain’t Even Really Complicated, I Am Not The Plantiff, I Am Not Complainin’
Feel Like Pluto ’cause I’m Off The Planet, Own A Team Of Flows Like I’m Arthur Blank, And
Everybody That Was Sleepin’, Thank You, It’s All Covered Like The Bar’s A Blanket
All Rubber To The Road, Smotherin’ The Globe, Gotta Make It Home, Crank It
With The Trophy Like I Left A Banquet, Under Pressure, Never Overthinkin’
Overstressin’, But I’m Takin’ My Seat At The Table, I’m Not Finna Play With You
[Outro: Anycia]
B!tches Always Talkin’ ’bout, They Doin’ This, They Doin’ That
I’on Ever See B!tches Doin’ Nothin’
I’on Ever See You B!tches Goin’ To The Bank
I’on Ever See You B!tches Gettin’ No Money
I’on Ever See You B!tches Doin’ Nothin’ (Aw)
Move The F**k Out The Way Or Get Rolled Over, B!tch
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