Black Sambo Testo
Testo 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?
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?
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