Sitdown Video (MV)

I'm finna go in on you, you know I am the spruce Ain't nothin' wrong with this hood, ain't nothin
Wrong with this room The other one look like a phone, the other
One look like a dome Came home in my room, all I know is bone
Came home with a stick or bone, with a stick or bone

Like that tomb, you like my home Why they don't wanna hear my songs
Why they don't wanna hear my songs
Why they won't hear my songs
Came home with a stick or bone, this is my room

This is my room, the other one the dome
The other one go boom, came home with a bone
My room go boom, still looking at bones
But I ain't on tone, but I like this tone

Where were you from, you cold
I just like how you my bro, since I'm in your bag it's cold
Tell her sit down, and I'm loving her guts
I tell her sit down, and I'm loving her guts

I tell her sit down, and I'm loving her guts
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Why they don't wanna hear my songs
I ain't from that town, but I know you where you crown at

Yeah, clown ass nigga though, clown ass nigga though
Yeah, got my finito, got my finito
Turn the fan on, cup be hot, turn the lights out, I be mad
Can't sleep, all that swag, got a TV on, but it's trash

Came home with a whole nother bag, and I'm losing my whole ass
Now I'm running real fast, and you tell me it's rap
Ain't nothing wrong with my room
Ain't nothing wrong with the dome

Ain't nothing wrong with the bone
Can't go wrong with the two
Can't go wrong with the boo
Can't go wrong with the opp

I had called me up
I had found where the drop
Told me get back, it just drop
Sit down, sit down

Slam, slam
Sit down, sit down
And I'm loving her guts
Slam, slam

Slam, slam
Slam, slam
Slam, slam
Why they don't wanna hear my song

Oh, oh, oh
What you want? What wrong? What wrong
What wrong? What wrong? What wrong
What wrong

I tell her get back, get back
That's one of my rap
And I wanna go real fast
Staying straight to the clap

I mean trap