Joey Bada$$ feat. ScHoolboy Q – ROCKABYE BABY Lyrics

(Verse 1 – Joey Bada$$)
Yeah, yeah
I said ni**as pop s**t all the time
Me I don’t trip cause they know I’m never lying
Looking between the lines
Feel like Ali in his prime
As-Salaam-Alaikum, alaikum salaam
Peace to my Slimes, and peace to my Crips
Neighborhood police and they always on the shift
Protect my Bloods, look out for my cuz
When it’s all said and done, we be the realest there was
Who else if just not us?
If you bout this revolution, please stand up
We ain’t got no one to trust
Time is running up, feel the burn in my gut
And if you got the guts, scream, f**k Donald Trump
We don’t give a f**k, never had one to give
Never will forget, probably never will forgive
Uh, I guess that’s just how it is
And they still won’t let the Black man live

(Chorus – Joey Bada$$)
Feel the energy surge through my veins when I flow
Mentally, I can never be controlled
No sympathy for foes, my enemies exposed
Will they remember me when I’m gone?
I say rockabye, rockabye, rockabye baby
Shotta boy, shotta boy, shotta go crazy
Me nuh play games, so please don’t play me
Look at what they made me

(Verse 2 – ScHoolboy Q)
I’m part of the reason they still Cripping out in Brooklyn
Before I was an artist I would book em, mm
Push ya s**t back while on them front line, ni**a, ya lunch time
I’m by them stop sign, you love that wi-fi
On mamas for them dirty dollars, brains on collars
Park the car around the corner, I’ll be there in a second
The murder weapon on me, f**k if this bi**h start flaminf
The cops patrolling, get that punk ass American flag ceremony
Aww, damn am I going too far?
Give you some flavor to borrow
B**h yeah it came with the car
It’s off white, leveled the hard
You ball, might come with a charge
Your kids don’t know you no more
Your girl’s draws stay on the floor
No phone call accepted in weeks
Your son picked up on your beef, real s**t
From getting lynched in field into owning buildings
Getting millions, influencing white children
And oddly we still ain’t even
Still a small percentage of blacks that’s eating
Same routines, the same dope fiends
Them nightmare dreams, forever murder season
Bad intentions to them picket fences
They gave us guns but won’t hire us, ni**a?
So we killing senseless
Homies murked on the bus benches
Retaliation cause his mama crying
Kept it gangsta til I modify em
Rockabye, rockabye

(Chorus – Joey Bada$$)
Feel the energy surge through my veins when I flow
Mentally, I can never be controlled
No sympathy for foes, my enemies exposed
Will they remember me when I’m gone?
I say rockabye, rockabye, rockabye baby
Shotta boy, shotta boy, shotta go crazy
Me nuh play games, so please don’t play me
Look at what they made me

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