[Verse]
Flex symbol, a black symbol
A sex symbol, a black seminole
A freakin’ rambo, I’m an ammo
Can’t be escaped, I’m on any channel
What’s wrong, what’s wrong, with the man?
Your eyes are low and you’re walkin’ with both hands on your head
His response, he’s on a clean, clean house
Both feet up on the ground
But his hands way, way, way in the sky
The black seminole, head general
Just the connection, a lotta general
A black man with [?]
Embracin’ [?] throughout green
[Chorus]
No time to joke around the kid is now a man
And the silence is fed through the [?]
This part, I see it in my dreams
Love is not a lie, it just pains out like how Tarantino [?]