“New Black History” is a collaboration between JPEGMAFIA and Vince Staples, featured on Peggy’s latest album. The hard-hitting trap anthem samples Future’s “Covered N Money”ย and doesn’t shy away from controversy.
Vince Staples delivers intense lyrics about his “gangster chronicles” and being the “God MC”.ย He references his North Side Long Beach roots and declares “we Black history”.ย The song also includes an intro and outro from Future, with his signature melodic flow.
New Black History JPEGMAFIA Lyrics ft. Vince Staples
9 millimeter, my brother’s my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she bett’ not get greedy
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit theโ I hit theโ (Uh, uh)
Let’s resume, walk light when the elephant in the room
Porsche truck, hold whatever niggas need to boombaye
But the squabble will be over soon
I say what I do and I mean what I wanna do (Uh-huh)
These are my gangster chronicles
I’m the God MC, I’m the tried and true
Try me and you dream in the ICU
Time to show and prove, I guess
Time to bust a new move, I guess
Scrollin’ through the tube at K. West
Seen my self on the news, so blessed
Dudes don’t get this good ’til they death
Rugs from Italy, must be kiddin’ me
North Side Long Beach, aborigines
Can’t get rid of me, we Black history
9 millimeter, my brother’s my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she bett’ not get greedy
I hit the lottery (Northside)
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit theโ I hit theโ (Uh, uh)
When I come around, better stare at the floor (Yeah!)
‘Cause I’m in that mode, on my own, I got that flavor, Jonathan Major paper
‘Specially when y’all cashing out for PDFs and rapers (No Drizzy)
I hope y’all paid attention, no really
I die and I killed myself, tell ’em they killed me (Hey)
I’m in a rush to fuck up
Y’all wish I used my background as aโ (Ah)
Y’all wish I kept on eatin’ prison lunch ’cause I’m tweetin’ too much
Keepin’ it a G is a must
These rappers fell off, they in status, makin’ statements
They status is peeing cups
Ain’t nobody freer then us
Ganando dinero como CM Punk (Hey)
9 millimeter, my brother’s my keeper
Was serving that ether before I did features
My mamacita, she know how to greet me
She know how to keep me, she bett’ not get greedy
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit the lottery
I hit theโ I hit theโ
