Testo New Black - GoldLink
Testo della canzone New Black (GoldLink), tratta dall'album And After That, We Didn't Talk
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 dumb 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
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, yeah
New Black, the scat, dat beat box, uh
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
Credits
Writer(s): D'anthony William Carlos, Jordan Rakei, Thomas Abraham Misch
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