Sit Down

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