Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Sambo, artist - Skyzoo. Album song In Celebration of Us, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, First Generation Rich
Song language: English
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 why 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? |