Kevin Gates - Sit Down lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

I'm bout to tell ya some shit, I ain't never told nobody

Ya gon' see where the aggression come from

Ya gon' see where all the pain, all the hatred come from

Ya gon' see where all the betrayal come from

Nigga get the dough nigga, fuck

(I don't get tired)

(Verse)

Fuck a meetin' we about to have a sit down

Wrap the phone up in plastic and stick it in the fridge

They know where we are, but they don't know what we did

Anythin' bout a mix-up, murder gettin' sent

Got to speak in code when ya talkin' on the phone

Stickin' to the code, they'll listen to the song

I told my team about manifestation

People are basic they thought I was crazy

Hard with the witchcraft, study every night

Philosopher's Stone, I perform another rite

Rite meanin' ritual, created dry ice

Hid in plain sight wear the suit and tie nice

Mason mean more than a brick layer

Salmonella movin' chicken got my chick tailored

Poison that was givin', distributed in the streets

Find another way to eat, I'mma quit slangin'

Bread Winner gang made niggas quit hangin'

Other side hate it when a nigga bang money

Thumbin' through the law books (And he know the law?)

Sent a hit in Baton Rouge (And he gettin' off?)

Third-eye focused (Wonder what he saw?)

Power in the tongue (Bullets in yo car)

Ya ain't want it, had it on ya, tried to pull it but ya lost

War never knew mercy

Our Lady of the Lake won't receive ya with open arms

Ya in yellow tape

Maluchie goin' stupid, he a do it in ya face

Talkin' bout leavin' yo grandmother, and will do it in yo face

Shittin' in the jack nigga ya got do-do in yo face

What ya doin'? Don't ya know it ain't no doin' it with Gates?

Peculiar, oolier, noodle yo grape

Lot of days spent in the cage, wasn't what ya think

Washin' clothes with the toilet water, drinkin' out the sink

Hard mat hurt yo back when it's no option

Everybody boxed in, tryna release toxins

(Hook)

Fuck a meetin' we about to have a sit down

Not a part of this, pussy nigga can't sit 'round

Bread Winner business, model bitches gettin' dicked down

Get the phone back when they finish, get em' kicked out

All in favor for a favor for a favor

Any other matter we gon' bring it to the table

Organization got to have communication

Full participation, Bread Winner's in the makin'

Fuck a meetin' we about to have a sit down

Got the bread and basket then we split it with the clique now

Bought a share together people feel like we the shit now

Passin' through yo section I ain't showin' no affection to a nigga or a bitch

Take a whiff no ya sick now

Syrup, drinkin' out the bottle how I sip now

Ride around the bottom with the tint down

I'm a shooter, got a pistol with the dick out

True story, what I rap about I lived out

That's why I got a pistol with the dick out

(Verse 2)

Fucked up feelin' when ya get it from the gutter

Be the people in yo own hood steady sayin' fuck ya

Way a nigga livin' when ya see me in the picture difficult to tell the difference in the season when I'm thuggin'

Heart cold, long nose, stumpin' through the jungle

Automatic that I'm packin', wearin' jackets in the summer

Body bein' healed, havin' trouble with my left foot

Learned how to fight different, caught him with the left hook

Really pushin' D, with the clip, cookin' Ki's

Many probably agree, on TV was the best look

Anticipated launch or a lift-off

Metaphor, goin' opposite of dick-soft

Mind on the ticket, out the mud seen Nicki album cova would make the dick spit, but it's still soft

Get out my cell when I shit, get lost

I'll punch a nigga down when I'm pissed off

Wanna wrestle, had to put him in a hip-toss

Lot of rap niggas backwards, Kris Kross

Guess I never had swag

Pants tight on yo ass, matter fact while ya at it, put on lip gloss

Mind ramblin', I guess it kinda slipped off

When Drake and Rihanna's song 'Take Care' playin' tears runnin' down my face I ain't playin', miss layin' with my bitch havin' real-talks

Layin' in her lap with her fingers in my scalp, get to rubbing on my back till I drift off (sleep)

Affection ain't cheap, coming with cost

Payin' all the bills when the rent call

Fuckin' with a NFL player when his check long

Runnin' back as if a runnin'-back

Hard to stomach that ya let him fuck for nothin' when ya find out that the check gone (check gone)

Found a ex-NBA player knowin' that's wrong

Unloyal, it's law ya get stepped on

Who yo baby daddy? Picked me but ya guessed wrong

Yo mother mad cause she couldn't pawn me

Got it from the concrete

Will stand up in yo chest under everybody

What ya witnessin' me gettin' richer failed to mention that I'm winnin'

Same nigga that ya slept on

(Hook)