Joey Bada$$ — Rockabye Baby текст песни
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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 cause
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
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
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
[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
