Lời bài hát Sacrifices
That nigga back from the dead
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Nigga almost lost his head
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
Ayy, man, cavemen
Two drinks, cave in
Few blunts, ease up
Ooh yeah, please up
Who cares? Who there
Do what? Wake up
The hell, heaven
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
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 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, endorse my
Ratchet ass nigga from the North Side
It's astigmatism, you got poor sight
Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'
Of course I, gotta voice my
Opinion on that ass when you walk past
On bro, that shit groovy, ayy
Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar
G-star jeans on my sneakers
I'm a real soulful nigga
Collard greens inside your speakers
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, ayy
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 nine
Like one plus eight
Our politician a fuckface
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 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 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
