Rockabye Baby (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

Joey Bada$$

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    I said niggas pop shit all the time
    Me I don't trip 'cause they know I'm never lyin'
    Lookin' 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, "Fuck Donald Trump"
    We don't give a fuck, 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

    [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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    I'm part of the reason they still Crippin' out in Brooklyn
    Before I was an artist I would book 'em, mm
    Push ya shit back while on them front line, nigga, 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, fuck if this bitch start flamin'
    The cops patrollin', get that punk ass American flag ceremony
    Aww, damn am I going too far?
    Give you some flavor to borrow
    Bitch 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 shit
    From gettin' 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 dope fiends
    Them nightmare dreams, forever murder season
    Bad intentions to them picket fences
    They gave us guns but won't hire us, nigga?
    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

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