Black Folk (feat. Alex Isley & Masego)

I love black folk

Black look like a revolution

Look like a family reunion in the park

Black look like it's a different world

Sound like a crawfish boil in New Orleans

Black folk joke around like Martin

And got paintings from JJ in the living room

It sound strong

Look like sacrifice

It be flowers blooming in the summertime

Black sound like old songs

Smell like good food

And it taste like heart disease

But it feel like Maze at Jazzfest

Black sound like something that hurt

Like a hard test

Black sound like skin, like something dark

It look like hair

Yeah, black sound like rough hair and good hair

Look like history, sounds spiritual

Black sound like years, like working, like night

Black sound like money

Look like Wal-Mart

Like corner stores, like cash registers singing

Black sound like 400 years

Smells like Oprah

Impactful like Martin

Look like Cicely Tyson

Sing like Nina, got a ass like Serena

Feel like broken homes and section 8

Black smell like crack and collard greens

Sounds motivational, feels like church

Look like big Sunday hats and the ribbons

Smile like your mama

Eyes like the sun

Beautiful child

Oh, you're the one

Fly like your daddy

Make me so happy

Beautiful child

Oh, you're the one

Sound like thick plaits swinging, and sneaky uncles

Look like Tyler Perry making money

Sound like hatin', feel frustrating, don't it?

Like they don't get it

Like they won't ever get it, huh?

Like push your personal feelings of racial injustice so far underneath the carpet

That you trip over your own family history

But I love me some black folk

I love the hair grease, and the rental fees

The front row seats, the police, the projects

The mustard greens, being late

Social security checks, government assistance

Bougie, black, looking good

Bags of hair, fake press-on nails

Rat tails, comb stunting, gold chain, gold teeth

Black men and big feet

I love me some black folk

For they are the people that were made from the darkest parts of the sky

Smile like your mama

Eyes like the sun

Beautiful child

Oh, you're the one

Fly like your daddy

Make me so happy

Beautiful child

Oh, you're the one

I'm in the place

When I see your face

Must be nostalgia

I'll never forget

The day that we met

Beautiful child

Oh, you're the one

Black don't crack, I love your skin

I don't see that from other Kin

Yesterday, any day

I see me and mine doing different things

Pushing boundaries

West coast, east coast

Overseas

From the 504

Whatchu think I came to LA for?

Everybody from the 504

Whatchu think I came to LA for?

Everybody from the 504

Whatchu think I came to LA for?

Everybody from the 504

Whatchu think I came to LA for?

Everybody from the 504

Whatchu think I came to LA for?

Everybody from the 504

Everybody from the 504

Everybody from the 504