ROCKABYE BABY (Explicit) - Joey Bada$$/Schoolboy Q

Written by：Powers Pleasant/Adam Pallin/ScHoolboy Q

Yeah yeah

I said niggas pop sh*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

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

I'm part of the reason they still crippin' out in Brooklyn

Before I was an artist I would book 'em mm

Push ya sh*t back while on them front line ni**a ya lunch time

I'm by them stop sign you love that wifi

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 b**ch start flamin'

The cops patrollin' get that punk a** American flag ceremony

Aww damn am I going too far

Give you some flavor to borrow

B**ch 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 sh*t

From getting lynched in field into ownin' buildings

Getting millions influencin' white children

And oddly we still ain't even

Still a small percentage of blacks that's eating

Same routines the same d**e 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 killin' senseless

Homies murked on the bus benches

Retaliation 'cause his mama cryin'

Kept it gangsta 'til I modify 'em

Rockabye rockabye

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