Tom Misch - New Black lyrics

[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