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

That nigga back from the dead, yeah

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

Nigga almost lost his head, yeah

Try to run, try to fly, try to float

Candles on top of the dresser

Baby, you down, need to bless up

Better watch how you address us

Playing no games, no dress-up

I got an idea

Let's shoot Wild 'N Out in my hood, talkin' right here

Academy Award-nominated performance, yeah

Let the AK spray straight for four minutes, yeah

That's a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck an ordinance, yeah

I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

Cutthroat, rabbit's toe, I suppose

Maybe that's what life is

Ay, man, cavemen, two drinks, cave in

Few blunts, ease up, ooh yeah, please up

Who cares? Who there? Do what? Wake up

The hell happened? We want, heads up

Hey you, yeah, you, mother fuck, brother fuck

Sister fuck, family fuck, the system, get some

Hey you, day two, yeah, you, you, you

You a vege', do the dance, table, get low

Chopped cheese, knot knees, boy, please, whatever

You next, to death to go, ooh, oh

Who's that? Ring ring, your number, bling-bling

Call it up, chalk it up, move over

I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

Cutthroat, rabbit's toe, I suppose

Hmm, uh

See a nigga in all red from the North with the pole, it ain't Santa Claus

Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus

I can smell your pussy, pull 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)

Ratchet-ass 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), gotta voice my (voice my)

Opinion on that ass when you walk past

(On bro, that shit groovy, ay)

Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar

G-Star jeans on my sneakers

I'm a real soulful nigga, collard greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)

Ferguson days on Castro, wasn't no cash flow

But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's

I'm good for your heart, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul

Bloody Sacrifices

Yeah, ay

Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash intake

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

To they 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 .9 like one plus eight

Our politician a fuck face

Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta

We duel 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

Tell pigs as-salamu alaykum

You ain't 'bout static like AM, radio ain't even play him

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 mixtapes

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, Spider-Man

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 to fill 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 hoes 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

Seven years old, off of Bragg 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