Sit Down

Hey man, you already know who it is man

It's your boy Lil B

Skepta in the building, man

Man I'm telling you man, we gettin' so much money

And so many beautiful girls

Oh my God

I'ma tell you something man, ayy

We do alot

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Look at my teacher's face now

Look at my teacher's face now

Had to put the cash inside the bag

And I'm gonna shut this place down

No intro, you heard the name

London city in burning flame

Slept in the trap for 30 days

Now I got fire on the stage

Hell, no, I'm not a slave

Went back home 'cause I had to pray

I shed tears on my granddad's grave

Release the lion out the cage

Told mum that we're gonna be okay

Never leave home without my shades

'Cause this life is a game of poker

Show these fake niggas how to play

Play with the fire and you got burned

And you got yourself to blame

I'm from Tottenham where they play lottery screaming out Jesus' name

Every day I got stopped and searched, I couldn't make it to church (Amen)

Found the solution, no excuses, man I had to make it work

Said I would never be shit, when I was on the tube

Word around town I broke the net soon as I released my new crep

Whose killin' 'em in the U.S.? Everybody gonna say, "You, S"

Reluctantly, 'cause most of the fake don't fuck with me

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

New Rolls Royce, I had no choice

Had to drop the top in the summer when it's snowing

Eat that Blac Chyna ass like boing-yoing

She call me R. Kelly, I was like duoy duoy

The way she move them hips, the way she works my wrist

In the traphouse and I'm servin' up bricks

Call me Mack Maine, I stay with a bad bitch

Call me D4L, Shawty Lo in this bitch

I do what I want, I just stunt

I just flex, I just run up

Two hundred bands, do that dance, the money dance

You feel me?

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Hater, sit down, hater, sit down

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd

Bitch, shake your ass for the ballers in the crowd