Sit Down - K Rino

She was young, she was free, she was known on the scene

Only problem was, homie, she was just sixteen

She was hangin' out, 9, 10, 11 o’clock

Mama couldn’t tell her nothin', daddy still on lock

Too advanced for them little boys, she liked men

If you got a live car, she would jump right in

Total stranger, it don’t matter, she would hop in fast

Smoke wit' ‘em, drink wit' ‘em, pop pills and smash

Pocket full of money every time she came home

Got clothes, tennis shoes and a new iPhone

Her mama know she can’t afford it so she checked her

That’s when she told her mama, «Stay out of my business, I’m grown»

Leave the house at all times of night and won’t come back

Ain’t been to school in so long that she forgot where it’s at

Got pregnant by a dude who hit and left her alone

Now she callin' cryin', «Mama, can I come back home?»

You better

Sit

Yo

Little bad ass down, yeah yeah

Before you get

Caught

Up

In something that you can’t get out of

Can’t get out of

Sit

Yo

Little bad ass down, yeah

Before you get

Caught

Up

In something that you can’t get out of

Can’t get out of

Now this silly little dude wanna run with fools

Wanna be set-trippin', bringing guns to school

Your homie had some bills so you had to drink you a can

Got a little size on you so you think you a man

Step-daddy put you out ‘cause he was ready to whoop ya

Your mama done gave up so your grandma took ya

No respect for the people that care ‘bout you

Now you bringin' all kind of sh— in their house too

Nobody would ever think that you would go that far

You and your knucklehead partners went and stole that car

Got caught and apprehended, took straight to jail

And after all that, who was it that made your bail?

It was mama, grandmama and your stepdad too

Spend every dollar that they had on a like you

Brought you home and forgave you with love automatic

Not even a week passed, he was right back at it

You better

Sit

Yo

Little bad ass down, yeah yeah

Before you get

Caught

Up

In something that you can’t get out of

Can’t get out of

Sit

Yo

Little bad ass down, yeah

Before you get

Caught

Up

In something that you can’t get out of

Can’t get out of

I’m in the store, makin' groceries, been here for a while

Little boy throwin' a tantrum on the cereal aisle

Kickin' and screamin' at his mama and he ready to fight her

‘cause she told him that she can’t afford Tony the Tiger

She got them fake frosted flakes and he blowin' his top

She wasn’t tellin', she was beggin' him nicely to stop

People walkin' by lookin' and she nervous and passive

He got graphic and almost flipped over the basket

Had no control over him and may not never

What if you did that to your mama?

Boy, I bet not ever

I can hear the man right now on the news at 4

«Today a woman beats the hell out of her son in the store»

Let him been mine acting like a donkey around her

I’da punted his little ass to the checkout counter

Discipline for both of y’all is a favor

If you don’t put them hands on him now, he gon' put ‘em on you later

Sit

Yo

Little bad ass down, yeah yeah

Before you get

Caught

Up

In something that you can’t get out of

Can’t get out of

Sit

Yo

Little bad ass down, yeah

Before you get

Caught

Up

In something that you can’t get out of

Can’t get out of