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Sacrifices (feat. Smino & Saba)
Dreamville, EARTHGANG & J. Cole
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Young nigga back from the dead I don't know, I don't know, I don't know ***** almost lost his head, yeah Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta float Channels on top of the dresser Baby, you down, need to bless up Gotta watch how you address us Playing no games, no dress-up I got an idea 'Lets shoot wildin' out in my hood, dawg ain't right here Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah Let the AK spray straight before I'm finished, yeah As a monologue, talking to the fog, **** a ho and miss, yeah I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices Cutthroat, rabbit's toe, I suppose Maybe that's what life is Ayy, man, caveman Two drink, cave in Two blunt, ease up Booyah, leaves up Who care? Who there? Do what? Wake up The hell, happened We want, hands up Pay you, dare you **********, ********** Sister niggas, granny niggas System, get some Yeah, you, day two Yeah, you, you, you You a van, through the van Stripper, good Lord Top chi, not me Boy, please, whatever You next, to death To go, ooh, oh Who's that? Ring ring Your number, bang bang Callin' up, talk it up Move over I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices Cutthroat, rabbit's toe, I suppose shit lookin' all red from the North with the power It ain't Santa Claus Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus I can smell you niggas with the panties off, I Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low But it ain't workin', my Circle on fire like a circus now Around the same niggas I been around, so Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my) Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side) It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight) Let the b*****s forget it, I do it Alzheim' Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my) Opinion on advance when you walk past (On bro, that shit groovy, I made it) ****** pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers I'm a real soulful nigga, collared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah) Ferguson days on Castro Wasn't no cash flow But I'm good for the always, I don't got the shows I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your shone, shone, shone Bloody sacrifices Yeah, ayy Look at what a ************ do for the cash and take They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate Today's shit , I'm Asic, I run shit , I got it jumpin' like pump fake I don't need nothing but one take I'm from the part of the city where young nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight Our politician a b***h Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta We do it like a small town wager How I'm the dropout major Success stories, I favor Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders Tail picks, as-salamu a*****m You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin' I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days I thought I'd call 'em out altogether Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices You can't be everything to everybody I wanna be your lover, your best friend Your Batman, Spiderman Fighter pilot shooting down your rivals and I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up I wanna be the one that feel you up On nights when you need good d**k to cheer you up I wanna be the one to build you up A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder Pull you under Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble We done moved out to the boondocks Built a big house, there he wonders How somewhere along the way He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you Say something crazy, they won't interject Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you Dangerous when it's nobody to check you I be havin' to check myself Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty I be havin' to spread my wealth I used to be at the crib myself 7 years old, off of Red Boulevard Where they bag up the raw They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they b***s And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star And I ran into you like I met you before Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay I'm crying while writing these words, the tears, they feel good on my face, hey And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah If I don't love you how I'm supposed to And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah If I don't love you how I'm supposed to I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
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