Sacrifices (with EARTHGANG & J. Cole feat. Smino & Saba)

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

Nigga 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

'Less you 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, fuck a ho and miss, yeah

I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices

Cutthroat, grab his 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

Motherfuck, motherfuck

Sister fucked, granny fucked

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, grab his toe, I suppose

Hmm, uh

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 pussy 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 bitches 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)

Niggas 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 motherfucker 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 fuckface

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 alaykum

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

Fight to polish who and now your rival's in

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 dick 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 balls

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