4C - Sit Down Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Been a lil minute since 4C made the flow like this
Sit down, let me go through this
Tickin down like you got four seconds left

This ain't the walking dead, but I will leave your ass like a zombie
Wanting my flesh, dying slowly
Whether or not you know me, then you get the catch
Driving a whip with a wrist out

Piling these bitches, I sit down
I do not miss when I sit down
Swinging around, lingering in the clouds
Are you private jet bound

Silence gets the crown
Bitches and rats are the same thing, they both clowns
If you go south, you still won't find a life worth a pound
But you're still living while sitting

Trying to understand a purpose, and say I talk too loud
Say his bitches are Barbie dolls
That makes sense, cause all you have is fake woman
And like it poking out

You got a serious problem with the host now
Slow down
Roses wrapped around marijuana smoke blowing out
Most found no rounds on the scene as we roll off the curb

Leaving the body dead on the couch
Told her not to tell a soul and it would hurt
No sound's good for her
But a loud mouth will get you a casket in the dirt

As you laugh about it, but deep down it will burn
Take it from the earth, put it on the earth
Sit down on the word, sit down on a perk
Picture me as a wizard casting a curse

On whatever person doesn't want a curse
Most f*cked up thing is never turning back
To see what you left to learn
We like strings to the birds

Look, the serpent is at your service
If you let it like the beginning
Put the end of the sentence
If there was a rank for smoke to the lungs

I ain't no lieutenant, bitch, I'm a sergeant
Matter of fact, put everything away and call me the Martian
Cause the flow from outer space
And the beat is a target for me

Fill up the paper bowl, he said it's Mark of the Beast
There ain't no diagnosis for me
Seeing things you wouldn't even try to believe
They saying that time is the key

You dying to be someone you're not
Like crying on knees
Get out of the box, Josiah off a leash
The future he foresees with money on the top

Got filled pockets, get off my cock
I don't know who gave you permission
To knock on my door, but you gotta stop
I'm alone in this shit with no visible God

You praying on the floor, praying to what
You act like you doing a lot
Begging for some profit, make myself a topic
Money changes when you drop shit

Saying you gon' cock it back
But have never shot out lead
Nonsense always coming from the top of his head
Lot of progress from rapping bout Choppas

But he got nothing left, narcissist
I feel like the only person that could take charge for this
Someone find this man the exit
He ain't cut out to record for sections

Out of this world, like the fourth dimension
Could you imagine
Sitting at the table with your legs in
Praying for your neighbor

Praying for the daily bread that your given
Guess he stole all my sins
Here we go, we're talking Martian shit again
Sit down and think about it

Yeah, he took all your sins
Sit down with my fingers
Counting presidents, counting Benjamins
I am the one that let him in

They gon' need to send a letter, damn
Cause I'm never seeing that bitch in person again
You look like you on a scavenger hunt
For the search of a man

They said I wasn't gone, they said I
What you gon' do when that jet land
She only cares about the checks, man
This ain't no Robin Hood Batman

Send the body home with a CAT scan
Lot of these bitches wanna be known
But they ain't got a bag to stand on
Sit down, let me talk to you about the man talking right now