Kevin Gates - Sit Down lyrics

Gon' see where the aggression come from
You gon' see where all the pain
All the hatred come from
You gon' see where all the betrayal come from
Nigga, get the dough, nigga, fuck
(I don't get tired)

Fuck a meeting, 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
Anything 'bout a mix-up, murder getting sent
Gotta speak in code when you're
Talking on the phone sticking to the code
They'll listen to the song
I taught 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 meaning ritual, created dry ice


Hid in plain sight with the suit and tie nice
Mason mean more than a brick layer
Salmonella moving chicken
Got my chick tailored poison that was given
Distributed in the streets
Find another way to eat, I'mma quit slanging
Bread Winner gang made niggas quit hanging
Other side hate it when a nigga bang money
Thumbing through the law books
(And he know the law?)
Sent a hit in Baton Rouge
(And he getting off?)
Third-eye focused (Wonder what he saw?)
Power in the tongue (Bullets in your car)
You ain't want it, had it on you
Tried to pull it but you lost
War never knew mercy
Our Lady of the Lake won't
Receive you with open arms
You in yellow tape
Maluchie goin' stupid, he'll do it every day
Talking 'bout leaving your grandmother
And will do it in your face
Shitting in the jack nigga
You got do do in your face
What you doing? Don't you know it
Ain't no doing it with Gates?
Peculiar, oolier, noodle your grape
Lot of days spent in the cage
Wasn't what you think
Washing clothes with the toilet water
Drinking out the sink
Hard mat hurt your back when it's no option
Everybody boxed in, trying to release toxins

Fuck a meeting, we about to have a sit down
Not a part of this
Pussy nigga can't sit 'round
Bread Winner business
Model bitches getting dicked down
Get the phone back when they finish
Get em' kicked out
All in favor of a favor for a favor
Any other matter we gon' bring
It to the table
Organization gotta have communication
Full participation
Bread Winners in the making
Fuck a meeting, we about to have a sit down
Got the bread invested then we split
It with the clique now
Bought a share together
People feel like we the shit now
Passing through your section I
Ain't showing no
Affection to a nigga or a bitch
Take a whiff, no you sick now
Syrup, drinking 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

Fucked up feeling when you get
It from the gutter be the people in your own
Hood steady saying fuck ya
Way a nigga living
When you see me in the picture
Difficult to tell the difference in
The season when I'm thuggin'
Heart cold, long nose
Thumpin' through the jungle
Automatic that I'm packing
Wearing jackets in the summer
Body being healed
Having trouble with my left foot
Learned how to fight different
Caught him with the left hook
Really pushing D, with the clip, cooking Ki's
Many probably agree, on TV was the best look
Anticipated launch or a lift-off
Metaphor, going opposite of dick-soft
Mind on the ticket, out the mud
Seen Nicki album cover 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 your ass, matter
Fact while you at it, put on lip gloss
Mind rambling, I guess it kinda slipped off
When Drake and Rihanna's song
"Take Care" playing tears
Running down my face I ain't playing
Miss laying with my bitch having real talks
Laying 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
Paying all the bills when the rent call
Fucking with a NFL player when his check long
Running back as if a running back
Hard to stomach that you let
Him fuck for nothing
When you find out that the check gone
(check gone)
Found a ex-NBA player knowing that's wrong
Unloyal, it's law you get stepped on
Who your baby daddy? Picked me
But you guessed wrong
Your mother mad cause she couldn't pawn me
Got it from the concrete
Will stand up in your chest under everybody
What you witnessing me getting richer failed
To mention that I'm winning
Same nigga that you slept on

Fuck a meeting, we about to have a sit down
Not a part of this
Pussy nigga can't sit 'round
Bread Winner business
Model bitches getting 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 gotta have communication
Full participation
Bread Winners in the making
Fuck a meeting, we about to have a sit down
Got the bread invested then we split
It with the clique now
Bought a share together
People feel like we the shit now
Passing through your section I
Ain't showing no
Affection to a nigga or a bitch
Take a whiff, no you sick now
Syrup, drinking 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