Chorus
Sex symbol, the Black Seminole
A sex symbol, the Black Seminole
African Rambo with more ammo
Can’t be escaped, I’m on every channel
Verse 1
What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Mr. Man?
Your eyes are low
And you’re walking with both hands on your head
His response, he’s on a clean, clean high
Both feet up on the ground
But his head’s way, way, way in the sky
Chorus
The Black Seminole, a head general
This deep connection, a large interval
A black man with mouths to feed
Embracing equality throughout greed
Verse 2
No time to joke around, the kid is now a man
And the sadness is filled with remarkable sounds
This part I’ve seen in my dreams
Love is not a lie,
It just feels like a Tarantino movie scene
Instrumental Interlude
Outro: Lil Yachty & Diana Gordon
Now
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Mm-mm-mmm, ooh
Ah-ha, aaah, yeah-hey, yeah
