New Black

[Produced by Tom Misch & Jordan Rakei] [Verse] Yeah 1,2, pray these niggas don't clap at you 3, 4, hopin' we reachin' Heaven's doors 5, 6..7, 8 Keep your hands high, don't shoot, don't discriminate See we goin' get this money, dirty, clean, get this money right Numb to the bullshit, so mix the dunk wit' the Sprite And we goin' be okay my lil nigga, just hold on tight Cause cops killin' blacks, Blacks killin' blacks, we gon' die But we gon' die with honor, short stories and homicides Mama say pray to God, and we don't listen, so mama cry My lil nigga Petey servin' life and his lil bro Got a baby and he left his lil' him all alone Remind me of his pops, and his pops was a street nigga But a fuckin' loser not for teachin' his kids better But no fathers equal mo' harder to reach niggas And wonder why niggas like me wanna be niggas My street wisdom higher than the sun so it's God level I got level headed when I left to beseech the seed planted Speech, free speak, only good to exist Then set free the curse left just to bondage our minds and false teach [Hook] Bibbity bibbity bop bop New Black, the scat, dat beat box Hip-hop will die, I promise that If we keep the lies in our raps, yeah Bibbity bibbity bop bop New Black, the scat, dat beat box Hip-hop will die, I promise that If we keep the lies in our raps, yeah Bibbity bibbity bop bop New Black, the scat, dat beat box Hip-hop will die, I promise that If we keep the lies in our raps, uh Bibbity bibbity bop bop New Black, the scat, dat beat box Hip-hop will die, I promise that If we keep talkin' guns and gats in our raps I apologize