Chords for Joey Bada$$ ft. ScHoolboy Q - "Rockabye Baby" (Official Audio)

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Yeah, yeah, I said niggas pop shit all the time
Me I don't trip cause [Eb] they know I'm never lying
[G] Look in between the lines, feel [Eb] like Ali in his prime
[Gm] As-salamu alaykum, alaykum salam Peace to my slimes, peace to my crips
Neighborhood police and [Eb] they always on the shift
[G] Protect my plugs, [Gm] look out for my cuz
When it's all said and done we be the greatest it was
Who else if just [Eb] not us?
If you bout [G] this revolution please [Eb] stand up
We ain't got no one [G] to trust
Time is [Gm] running up, feel the burn in my gut
And if you got the gut scream, fuck Donald Trump
We'll give [Eb] a fuck, never have once [Gm] again
Never will [Eb] forget, probably never will [Gm] forget
I [Eb] guess that's just how it is
And they still won't [Dm] let the black man live
[Gm] Feel the energy surge through my veins when I flow
Mentally [Eb] I can never be [Gm] controlled
No sympathy for foes, my enemies exposed
But they remember me when I'm gone
[G] I say rockabye, rockabye, rockabye [Gm] baby
Shout out for [Eb] a shot, shout out for a shot to go [G] crazy
Men don't [Eb] play games so please [D] don't blame me
Look at what [G] they made me
_ [D] _ [Eb] I'm part of the reason they [D] still crippin' out in Brooklyn
Before [E] I was an artist I would [Eb] book em
Push [E] your shit back while on the front line
Nigga your lunchtime on bottom stop signs, you like [Cm] that wifi
[D] On mamas for them dirty dollars, [Eb] brains on collars
Park [D] the car around the corner, I [Eb] be there in a second
The murder weapon on me
Fuck it this bitch start flaming the cops [Gm] patrolling
Get that punk ass American flag ceremony
Aw damn am I going too far
Need some flavor to ball, bitch head came with the car
The soft white leveled the heart, you [Eb] ball might come with a charge
[Gm] Your kids don't know you no more, your girl draw stay on the floor
No phone call accepted in weeks, [Ebm] your son picked [Gm] up on your beef
Real shit, from getting lynched and filled in to owning buildings
Getting millions, influencing white children
And oddly still ain't heathen, still a small percentage of blacks
Eat same routines, the same dope fiends
Them [G] nightmare dreams forever murder season
Bad [Eb] intentions to them picket [G] fences
They gave us guns but won't [Eb] hire us niggas
So we [G] killing senseless
[Eb] Pumped Smurfed on the bus benches
[G] Retaliation cause [Eb] his mama crying
Kept [G] the gangsta's toy modifying
Rock a bye, rock a bye
Feel that energy surge through my veins when I flow
Mentally [Eb] I can never be [Gm] controlled
No sympathy for foes, my enemies exposed
But they remember [Eb] me when I'm gone
[G] I say rock a bye, [Eb] rock a bye, rock a bye [Gm] baby
Cha cha boy, [Eb] cha cha boy, cha cha go [G] crazy
Men don't play [Eb] games so please don't [D] blame me
Look at what they [G] made me
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