GoldLink - New Black lyrics

1,2, pray these n***as don't clap at you 3, 4, hoping we reachin' Heaven's doors 5, 6, 7, 8 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 bullsh**, so mix the dunk wit' the Sprite And we gon' 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 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