Rockabye Baby lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

Yeah, yeah

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

[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 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

The soft 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

[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

• Artist:Joey Bada$$