Look at mama, she's in the kitchen

She's swinging her hips and dipping the chicken in flour

She got the music, it's bumping

I smell the food in the oven while I two-step in the shower

A well-balanced potato salad and hot sauce

Collard greens, fried catfish and lima beans

Engrained in your brain without a meme

Like it's a preset burning up on the screen

The operation is flagrant so reparations, we take 'em

And we be patiently waiting and for cake, we be scraping

Until it's late in the A.M

When you sick of the mayhem, you demonstrate 'til they pay him

Your body swaying, you listen what I'm saying

Don't want that AK-K-K commence to spraying

OG mind free, you cannot enslave him

And if the tables ever turn, you know nothing can save him

That sensation burning like Louisianan Cajun

The faint aroma, somebody is blazing to bring the day in

Big bro on his way in

Never forget where you started

'Cause that could be where you end

From a far away land, we were departed

Trying to find where we began

Mama said there was a code

That we all should abide by

Big man said there was a code

By which we should live and we should die by

Beats shaking like flour in paper bags

See 'em saluting and recruiting and waving flags

Spice in the hot sauce, crispy on the chicken

The screen door slamming and the young boy Cripping

Mama when she dancing, your uncle when he tripping

The spirit of Stevie Wonder when Superstition was written

I'm the first bop when you walk into the party

I'm the Chris Rock when you snapping on somebody

I'm the ingenuity, the mental acuity

Duke Ellington dexterity, I'm truly a rarity

I'm the sound of Miles Davis, it's impossible to bury me

The slow pimp walk, it's impossible to hurry me

The red cup, brown liquor, spades all night

Shower cap, house slippers, braids just right

Feeling when that itch in your weave is relieved

I'm your taste buds biting on the sunflower seeds

Only crossover I support is Kyrie

WEB mentality

I'm the Biz going off, Diana, I'm the boss

Or you could say Ross, Pirellis with the gloss

I'm the underground Harriet, the swing low chariot

Backyard smoker, fried okra and asparagus

The look in the eyes of someone who can relate

I'm the knowing that his loving couldn't possibly be hate

I'm the prayer of a mama, want her son to walk straight

I'm the prisoner released when he walking out the gate

I'm Black, I'm Black, I'm Black, I'm Black

Kananyina ifolodu yala (Black code)

Iyakilu otui b'ozu moto (Read your Black code)

Nwadiyo, nwadiyo (Read your Black code)

(Read your Black code, it's for everybody)

(Read your Black code)

Iyeee, iyeee (Read your Black code)

Fatafina nyonte (Read your Black code)

Iyeee, iyeee (Read your Black code, it's for everybody)

Eee (Read your Black code)

Malkanyere k'onyo (Read your Black code)

Fatafina adowa (Fatafina, angaanya, fatafina)

Mulimwanyamu simu (Fatafina, angaanya, fatafina)

Fatafina adowa (Fatafina, angaanya, fatafina)

Mulimwanyamu simu (Fatafina, angaanya, fatafina)