New Black

Yeah, one two

Pray these **** don't clap at you

Three four, hoping we reaching heaven's doors

Five, six, seven, eight

Keep your hands high, don't shoot, don't discriminate

See, we gon' get this money dirty clean, get this money right

Numb to the bullshit so mix the dunk with the Sprite

And we gon' be okay my little ****, just hold on tight

'Cause cops killing blacks, blacks killing 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 little **** Petey serving life and his lil bro

Got a baby and he left his lil him all alone

Reminds me of his pops and his pops was a street ****

But a fucking loser not for teaching his kids better

But no fathers equal more harder to reach ****

And wonder why **** like me wanna be ****

My street wisdom higher than the sun so it's God level

I got level, hit it 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

Bibbity bibbity bop bop

New black, the scat, that beatbox

Hip-hop will die, I promise that

If we keep the lies in our raps, yeah

Bibbity bibbity bop bop

New black, the scat, that beatbox

Hip-hop will die, I promise that

If we keep the lies in our raps, yeah

Bibbity bibbity bop bop

New black, the scat, that beatbox

Hip-hop will die, I promise that

If we keep the lies in our raps, yeah

Bibbity bibbity bop bop

New black, the scat, that beatbox

Hip-hop will die, I promise that

If we keep talking guns and gats in our raps

I apologize