Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
August Greene
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Robert Glasper
Автор песен
Karriem Riggins
Автор песен
Burniss Travis
Автор песен
Lonnie Lynn
Автор песен
Samora Pinderhughes
Автор песен
Слова
[Verse 1]
If I was a Kennedy, I'd be a black Kennedy
Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry
Raised in the Chi, though my family from Tennessee
I remember me, Riem, Dilla, we was in the D
[Verse 2]
Ridin' through the city with the top down
We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts, now
It's a beautiful ride
[Verse 3]
Ridin' through the city with the top down
We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts, now
It's a beautiful ride
[Verse 4]
Let the son grow, I roll through the jungle on the humble
Got compassion from mother, streets from my Uncle
One code of honor, it's to move with no drama
Know thyself, no gettin' money, no karma
Hold respect like the charm that I got from my momma
In the palm of my hand, it's like a land that I'm fond of
A calm dove, Lon love, the black Dalai Lam of
Feed the masses with two fists for one love
The sum of all pieces, release new releases
To release us from the beast is the thesis
I used to get my little cuz cleats it's
It's what I used to give my grandmother peace
Says, she loves sequins
Diane Carol, like some of these leaders, I Pharaoh like
Let the people go, so they can face the east and grow
Time for everything, everything is seasonal
I dreamed enough, everything is believable
It's feasible
[Verse 5]
If I was a Kennedy, I'd be a black Kennedy
Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry
Raised in the Chi, though my family from Tennessee
I remember me, Riem, Dilla, we was in the D
[Verse 6]
Ridin' through the city with the top down
We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts, now
It's a beautiful ride
[Verse 7]
Ridin' through the city with the top down
We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts, now
It's a beautiful ride
[Verse 8]
Macaroons, easy afternoons
Shorties buck shots
Under blacker moons
In search of yellow suns
Undeveloped ones
They get hella guns
Heed the melanin
The street's where we from
Beats, heavy drums
Wish I could put Jordans on the feet of everyone
Black Kennedy
Royalty with black identity
Leader of the freestyle, I go to penitentiaries
And write with the fight of Reverend Wright from Trinity
For centuries, they'll remember me
For my similes
But, I metaphor more than that
No matter how rich I get, I'ma pour it back
The jurisdiction of justice
Non-Fiction of a hustler's heart
From dusk, we start
And we must embark, to pass your mark
The people, had our first black prez
I'ma be the sequel
[Verse 9]
If I was a Kennedy, I'd be a black Kennedy
Black car, black tux, this is black symmetry
Raised in the Chi, though my family from Tennessee
I remember me, Riem, Dilla, we was in the D
[Verse 10]
Ridin' through the city with the top down
We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts, now
It's a beautiful ride
[Verse 11]
Ridin' through the city with the top down
We ain't got no ceilings to our thoughts, now
It's a beautiful ride
Written by: Burniss Travis, Karriem Riggins, Lonnie Lynn, Robert Glasper, Samora Pinderhughes
