ROCKABYE BABY (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

Uh, uh, uh

Yeah, yeah

I said **** pop shit all the time

Me I don't trip 'cause they know I'm never lyin'

Look in 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 it 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 said

"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,' mmm

Push ya shit back while on the front line

****, ya lunch time

I'm by them stop signs, 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, influencing white children

And oddly, we still ain't even

Still a small percentage of blacks that's eatin'

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, ****?

So we killin' senseless

Homies murked on the bus benches

Retaliation 'cause his mama cryin'

Kept it gangsta till I modify him

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

But they remember me when I'm gone?

I said, "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