Black Sambo

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?