[Produced by Tom Misch & Jordan Rakei]
[Verse]
Yeah
1,2, pray these n***as 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 bullsh**, so mix the dunk wit' the Sprite
And we goin' be okay my lil n***a, just hold on tight
Cause cops k**in' blacks, Blacks k**in' 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 n***a 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 n***a
But a f**in' loser not for teachin' his kids better
But no fathers equal mo' harder to reach n***as
And wonder why n***as like me wanna be n***as
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