Текст песни: Sit Down + перевод

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

You 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