Lullaby

Lullaby, I wonder how many times all the strings just tied
Lullaby, It's a reminder of how difficult I fucking try
Lullaby, I wonder all of the strings and all of the things
Wonder all the strings and all the things

Big black boy straight from nowhere
I had a chip on my shoulder
I rock the crowd like I own it
But I got bullied and belittled for some dumb shit
But now I'm three times the size, so they 'gon run from it
Said nigga now my mind is dripping green
Them little boys called me gay 'cause I sip on matcha tea
Please leave my Intro-Inverted self be
Bad lullaby for the past, and all of it is me
No dumb shit bitch, here I'm keen
Got a step on the scene
Direct my life on the screen
But there used to be alternative means
"Don't be you", that's the dream
It just ain't what it seems
Not standing out felt natural
It was easier to lean, too much effort to scream
Being a target I was captive, it was easier to dream
Too much effort to scheme
But now my mind is just dripping green
Same color as the dough, same color as the tea
I'm free, I'm me, I'm one with the peace
I'm purple, I'm green, lullaby for sleep
Said my mind is just dripping green
Same color as the dough, same color as the tea
I'm free, I'm me, I'm one with the peace

I'm purple, I'm green, lullaby for keeps.

Lullaby, that's two things they sleeping on me
And these rappers are all NyQuil they got me drowsy
Yawn yo I'm outtie
Might feel jet in the air when I'm crashing in your track and couch
Force ya manager to book me with just a mac with a apple in they mouth
Sparkplug ya eardrums when i got the mic
Mute the whole song, I got this verse on my sight
Red dot telling me to go
Man they dodging me
Cause they know
Fans skip and cut to hear me speak
They all weak
Hypnotized to the bars yo this a robbery
Only thing I stole is ya time
Ticking jetbomb blowing up ya Spotify
Lullaby, lullaby
Go to sleep
Imma die, imma die
Rapping like a king
My crown ain't here yet
Losing patience
Bodies been found, just say when or who
Owls keep the night checked
No clue, what when and where imma strike
Fuck cash pay me by the pint 40oz
To spill it on the graves
That wont haunt me back
Underground protege and I'll fade to black
My goal to be myth word to mouth
While I'm out in an island somewhere south
Converting chips to millions
Don't ask where my paper route
Dap you a pound nod ya head passing by

You know what I'm about
Juvenile, juvenile

Lullaby, I wonder how many times all the strings just tied
Lullaby, It's a reminder of how difficult I fucking try
Lullaby, I wonder all of the strings and all of the things
Wonder all the strings and all the things



Credits
Writer(s): Jet Juvenile, Aaliyas Thompson
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