Token Rockabye Baby Lyrics Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Please give it a rest, I'm on my knees
I got a wallet full of greed
Wonder if it can fit the jeans
Leaving the house to do my deeds
Leaving the court, I'm taking pleas
Everything I can do to please
All of my manufactured dreams
Trigger (Trigger), trigger (Trigger)
Trigger finger itching, it's ironic
'Cause the glocky sticking to my dawgy like fleas
Stinger in the back, she got a body like bees
All of my relationship are rocky like reefs
Older homie told me "Why you drinking on the job?"
Bro, I gotta be twisted just to work like keys (Keys)
I give every chick who lick it first dry heaves (Heaves)
I put seven figures in my earth like seas
She told you that she in the Caribbean but you misheard "crib he in"
She really here, it's my crib, and I'm he
I'm 'bout to link with her and I'm about to link with her
I know the links'll make 'em mad, I feel like Kyrie
Stay connected with the Homies 5G for 5 Gs
'Bout to introduce them all to Miley and Kylie's
Don't want her to be in love with me, I think she might be
Had to fuck around and get my side piece a side piece
Really, really, really, really, really, really don't got the time for it
Got a tricky relationship with my job and my fortune
Them universal sacrifices, I watch the signs for it
'Cause I got blessed and it feel like my father died for it
It's fucked up, studio got me high horsing
I park the whip out front so long, think I got a fine for it
She told me take the condom off and I'm not surprised lately
They tryna hold my kid inside like rockabye baby

[Chorus]

Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop

If the wind blows, a body might drop

Spent a whole year on your album, it flopped

I just got started, bitch, why would I stop?

[Verse 2]

Why would I wanna stop? That don't even make sense

Three homies live in the crib and all the three don't pay rent

Started to look at 'em like they using me as they flex

So I kicked 'em out and now it's only me inside my head

What am I thinking about today?

I would still be skipping class without the holiday

Teacher never heard a thing when she would call my name

Ironically, I'm now the only name she wanna say and wanna hear about

I'm probably gay 'cause I'ma cock it, aim it, pop a weirdo down

I'm on a plane, but I'm on a budget, how I took the spirit out

Mean ass flow like the bully feared in town

Grimy ass verse, it had to put the mirror down

Oh, give it a break I need a break-break

Traveling is my job so being home became my vaca

Momma waiting for the 15th for the pay pay

Me, I'm a little different, 16s mean pay-pay

I've been chasing green like I'm training for the 5K

But what do the green mean if the days all gray?

Finally got my dream house, looking down the hallways

All they do is separate me from the door, so I'm here all day

Back, yes I am, that steady cam on tilt

I don't have any glam, ask any fan, I'm real

There's a fat heavy chance that Benny Man gon' spill

Money ain't the motivation but it's funding every kill, kill

[Chorus]

Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop (Kill, kill)

If the wind blows, a body might drop (Kill, kill)

Spent a whole year on your album, it flopped

I just got started bitch, why would I stop?

[Verse 3]

Back, yes I am, that steady cam on tilt

I'm a half 'Merican, half army tank on wheels

Off a glass Chardonnay that Barbie say what's real

I'm the spazz part of Wayne, that Carter 8 gon' kill

She a California woman with beaches heating her heels

She don't gotta come to Boston for me to leave her with chills

Convertible's only time you see how I'm steering the wheel

I'm opening up the lid like it's me preheating the grill

I got big bad blood with 'em

Acting like they got it out the mud with him

Did me dirty back when I was young with 'em

But unfortunately, yep it stuck with him

Depression in my blood, word to mama

So when you see my veins, that's trauma

Performing on the stage, I'm on top of 'em

But they in the crowd with their friends, so I'm envious of all of 'em

[Verse 4]

The only positive thing about losing the love in your life is it making you better to run everything else (Yeah)

I'm in the studio running away

But the moment I'm done I'ma get help

My bro took a few of them big Ls

I'm glowing him up like a fish scale

The homies are coming with Intel

I'm rallying up with the gang like finding out British are coming to give hell

I don't be reading a lot

But I'm tucking the money inside of a book and if you ever look it'll take you a minute 'cause I got a lot and I got a big shelf

I'm locked in like a big jail

Big pockets and a big belt

My pop looking from heaven

But he taught me how to give hell

Shit, I'm at a dangerous age

Looking at Pac, Biggie and Big L

Shit, not to be so anal

Taking a loss, it didn't sit well

So I gotta do this now

'Cause if not, I'm gonna kill myself

[Chorus]

Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop (kill, kill)

If the wind blows, a body might drop (kill, kill)

Spent a whole year on your album, it flopped

I just got started bitch, why would I stop?

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