Lyrics to Sit Down
Sit Down Video:
Featuring Sese

(Hook)
Pariah pariah
We be coming for your ground nigga
Pariah pariah
So you better sit down nigga
Pariah pariah
If you tryin to act hard nigga
Pariah pariah
She gon' lay your ass down nigga

(Verse)
All about my money if you try to touch my paper
Better sit your ass down before I make you meet your maker
No mistaking leave them shaking , there ain't rules ain't gonna break them
Got some niggas in the hood that got that heat like bacon
Haters waiting like a past conversation
They see me fall but I rise above the rim
Don't wait I ball taking off, like an astronaut
When the block gets hot can't trust a cop
Too much real niggas locked, some got real good judge
That's why some stay weated up,and some be shooting slugs
We all know the system's fucked
When it's not enough to feed your son
Then they wonder why we taking stuff
Freedom or free doom
Either way we lose, lucky if you make it till 22
'Cause envious dudes gotta show up fuse
And y'all get clapped if you tryin to use kung fu
Make sure you eternally snooze, the game's got new rules
You're screwed 'cause nowadays niggas using tools
There's no more looking cool when your body's split in 2

(Hook) x2
Pariah pariah
We be coming for your ground nigga
Pariah pariah
So you better sit down nigga
Pariah pariah
If you tryin to act hard nigga
Pariah pariah
She gon' lay your ass down nigga

(Verse)
Go and sit down boy
A hundred round rounds boy
UAV been deployed, working but I'm unemployed
Working with your son and joy
I put that on my mama
Go and check the thermometer
Body 'em
Loose noose that hanging around
Bitch that can seek I be standing my ground
Standing my ground
Running that ran and random my mail go check the account
Bad bitch stuck to me no siamese
Sick like lime disease, think I need a finder's fee
Behind the lead, I trip who's first plays honestly
I peep on thursdays probably
It's rapper worst case robbery
Our body beats lay down in sheets
And call the coroners, passport photo clean
Looking like a foreigner
VIP with auto doors, me I lean like I'm on syrup
Cooking up that pancake mix that angel mama got me stirred
Rope chain music, I'm an 1982
And now I'm breezing like Lou 'cause the money made me do it

(Hook) x2
Pariah pariah
We be coming for your ground nigga
Pariah pariah
So you better sit down nigga
Pariah pariah
If you tryin to act hard nigga
Pariah pariah
She gon' lay your ass down nigga
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