Black Sambo

(альбом: In Celebration Of Us - 2018)

How they said a little black Sambo could never fit a crown
Mama said now that you got it don't ever put it down
Mama I swear I swear I'll never put it down
They gonn' have to kill me first 'fore it ever hit the ground

And if it ever hit the ground
Bet that I'm next to it off of catching me a round
The only way I could ever be beheaded from the crown
They wanted me to ignore 'cause they said that it amounts
To a door where allure is as heavenly as it sounds
But the floor that you on could levitate off the ground
And you off to the call of speculating on how
You could want what you want but never get to surmount
What you saw, to tell them what you saw
Is telling them you was willing to peddle to front
And being in front will put you ahead of who belongs
Til you leaking up under who you could never prove wrong
You'll never prove them wrong, right?

How they said a little black Sambo could never fit a crown
Mama said now that you got it don't ever put it down
Mama I swear I swear I'll never put it down
They gonn' have to kill me first 'fore it ever hit the ground

They said I'm black sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Umbrella up that I can't close
You try to corner me but I can't fold
They said I'm black sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Hands in the air but my hands closed
Is my instinct if you stand close, how close?

Close enough where a name
Can fully be re-cited if I'm ever on a stage
With a judge pre-siding over everything that changed
When 12 was replying to an image that was saved
Of looking to creep by him with a desi' on the waist
Or wanting a seat by him while you stepping out the way
You take up the seat by him and he guessing how you came
He think that he seems fine but he left it on his face
And his face?, same one he giving you now
Remember you close enough where you can single him out
He know that you know low enough to know what limits allow
So believe him to open up and close your memory out
Like such, lights up, all eyes like the coke price cut
Whole time it'll throw a slight rush
All rise like loading up the pump
And you'll never prove them wrong, right?

How they said a little black Sambo could never fit a crown
Mama said now that you got it don't ever put it down
Mama I swear I swear I'll never put it down
They gonn' have to kill me first 'fore it ever hit the ground

They said I'm black sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Umbrella up that I can't close
You try to corner me but I can't fold
They said I'm black sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Hands in the air but my hands closed
Is my instinct if you stand close, how close?

Too close for a loop hole to be the reason why you go
To the hole where the loop froze
And then it repeats, and then you hoping that the loop broke
And the truth go, stretched out like Manute Bol
They press y'all like suit clothes, and them suit clothes
Couldn't save you from the type of stereo
That they're willing to shoot fo', and the loop hole
Turns blacker than the light
That they had you under when they handed you a mic
And they asked you whether you was acting outta fright
When they asked you if you was out trafficking tonite
Then they're at you with an automatic outta rights
Facebook Live panorama with your life
And that view goes from the cameras to the lights
Til they tell son that he had every right
You'll never prove them wrong, right?

How they said a little black Sambo could never fit a crown
Mama said now that you got it don't ever put it down
Mama I swear I swear I'll never put it down
They gonn' have to kill me first 'fore it ever hit the ground

They said I'm black sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Umbrella up that I can't close
You try to corner me but I can't fold
Black sambo, sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Hands in the air but my hands closed
Is my instinct if you stand close, how close?

They said I'm black sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Umbrella up that I can't close
You try to corner me but I can't fold
Black sambo, sambo
Bright Bape hoodie by the lamp post
Hands in the air but my hands closed
Is my instinct if you stand close, how close?