ROCKABYE BABY (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

Lyrics

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
 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 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
 
 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
 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 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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Duration
03:43
Key
7
Tempo
166 BPM

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