Artist: Joey Bada$$ f/ ScHoolboy Q
Album:  ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$
Song:   ROCKABYE BABY
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Yeah, yeah

[Joey Bada$$]
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-salamu alaykum, wa'alaykum, salam
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 runnin' 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
Uhh, I guess that’s just how it is
And they still won't let the black man live

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, uh
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, uhh (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 signs, you love that Wi-Fi
On mommas 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~!
Uhh, aww damn, am I goin' 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 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 nigga? So we killin' senseless
Homies murked on the bus benches
Retaliation 'cause his momma cryin'
Kept it gangsta 'til I modify 'em~! Rockabye, rockabye, got 'em!

[Chorus]