Dreamville - Sacrifices ft. EARTHGANG, J. Cole, Smino & Saba (Official Music Video)

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  • Published: 12 August 2019
  • Dreamville - Sacrifices ft. EARTHGANG, J. Cole, Smino & Saba (Official Music Video)
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  • Art Jutsu
    Art Jutsu  2 minutes back

    I listen to this song everyday

    • Zack Jones
      Zack Jones  24 minutes back

      Cole 🌎

      • Mr Senior
        Mr Senior  27 minutes back

        Energy!

        • Marta Carrapiço
          Marta Carrapiço  1 hours back

          J cole babyyyy

          • BASGED-466 GED
            BASGED-466 GED  2 hours back

            cole is badass...sing that ish boy......

            • BASGED-466 GED
              BASGED-466 GED  2 hours back

              ohhh my.thats wat i call rap music. almost heavenly.. love it.

              • Kris Gardner
                Kris Gardner  3 hours back

                This song hit differently.

                • Ciaran Moore
                  Ciaran Moore  3 hours back

                  5:23 😪

                  • R8C STVR
                    R8C STVR  3 hours back

                    Need a cole n east 2pacc

                    • Plug Walk
                      Plug Walk  3 hours back

                      the first guy went hard asf wen he started going fast

                      • Danielson Pina
                        Danielson Pina  3 hours back

                        The best music that I ever heard 🎧🎶

                        • Louwri
                          Louwri  3 hours back

                          j.cole said "ima make sure that the real gone prevail" and we really outchea. everybody keep chasing. you'll get what's rightfully yours. the fake ones aren't gonna be at the top much longer 🙏🙏🙏

                          • AYO
                            AYO  4 hours back

                            4:54 j.cole looks like black Jesus/ real powerful moment

                            • Tperry182324
                              Tperry182324  4 hours back

                              I’m from the hood like my momma put that on my momma 🔥🔥🔥🔥

                              • Roderick Johnson
                                Roderick Johnson  4 hours back

                                Dreamville j Cole vs Kendrick Lamar t.b.e

                                • Robert Rodriguez
                                  Robert Rodriguez  4 hours back

                                  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
                                  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

                                  Ay, 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

                                  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 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 whore, 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
                                  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
                                  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

                                  • Han Tang
                                    Han Tang  4 hours back

                                    plz like

                                    • Mark Gonzales
                                      Mark Gonzales  5 hours back

                                      This song hit different after a fifth of Hennessy

                                      • ChampChong 81
                                        ChampChong 81  5 hours back

                                        Jcole really be Black Jesus

                                        • azul
                                          azul  6 hours back

                                          dreamville is saving hip hop.

                                          • Alex Guevara
                                            Alex Guevara  6 hours back

                                            J cole artist GROUP that he put together and signed 💕🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🌐TMC yes it continues we’re watching XXL we seen everyone in the magazine

                                            • GAS_PVCK
                                              GAS_PVCK  7 hours back

                                              Damn I've been out of the music game for way to long I haven't listened to Smino since Black Jupiter came out in '16 glad to see him collaborating J.Cole and continuing to grow!! <3

                                              • Melodic God
                                                Melodic God  7 hours back

                                                I wanna see Pivot gang, Brockhampton, beast coast, injury reserve, tde, dreamville, members only, vmg in a royal rumble match.

                                                • MoneyForever_01
                                                  MoneyForever_01  7 hours back

                                                  Idc jcole verse was fire but so was Saba that man flowed and delivered like one of the greats

                                                  • ubadah saleh
                                                    ubadah saleh  8 hours back

                                                    4:00

                                                    • Danielle please save the humans

                                                      This song 😪💖✨🔥
                                                      J cole is a healer and a God of Arts

                                                      • Nijay Muzik
                                                        Nijay Muzik  8 hours back

                                                        Swear to god Jcole aint Jesus Christ!








                                                        ....I'll wait

                                                        • Anthony Beckford
                                                          Anthony Beckford  9 hours back

                                                          4:02 thank me later

                                                          • August ChildSA
                                                            August ChildSA  9 hours back

                                                            Smino!!!

                                                            • Tooey XO
                                                              Tooey XO  9 hours back

                                                              You know it's real when your lady looks up from her phone during the 2nd half of Cole's verse to acknowledge that good things are happening.

                                                              • bassicuk1986
                                                                bassicuk1986  9 hours back

                                                                After a week of bumpin this tune I just realised there's a video!!! Dope

                                                                • Sports musique
                                                                  Sports musique  9 hours back

                                                                  this song blew my mind

                                                                  • verunn cheekock
                                                                    verunn cheekock  9 hours back

                                                                    Listening to hella type beats with these artists and they come out with this work art 🤧🙏🏽❤

                                                                    • Jayden Lai
                                                                      Jayden Lai  9 hours back

                                                                      As always j. Cole is the best 👌

                                                                      • Gomolemo Masigo
                                                                        Gomolemo Masigo  10 hours back

                                                                        Saba's verse is nicely done. It's fuego!

                                                                        • Eric Flores
                                                                          Eric Flores  11 hours back

                                                                          Does anyone have google translate for what the fuck Saba is saying

                                                                          • Focus Luciano
                                                                            Focus Luciano  11 hours back

                                                                            4:55 - 520


                                                                            J Cole is portraying he’s Christ like and also what the true Christ might actually look like, Also the light on top of him is basically God shining on him, Also Christ sacrificed his own life for us all, J Cole might be also saying he appreciates the love his wife is giving him and blessing him with two sons but he love hip hop so much that he has to keep doing it and spit that real so he has to Sacrifice his time

                                                                            I wrote this after I smoked some grand daddy purple 💨

                                                                            • Mihnea Soare
                                                                              Mihnea Soare  12 hours back

                                                                              this song wouldn't be so legendary without J.Cole

                                                                              • KOKAiNE JANE
                                                                                KOKAiNE JANE  12 hours back

                                                                                6:20 Jesus....🙄🤔😳iz dat chu😳😩🙌🏾

                                                                                • KOKAiNE JANE
                                                                                  KOKAiNE JANE  12 hours back

                                                                                  I luv EVERYTHING GOING ON RITE HERE😩❤❤👑

                                                                                  • Jaiden Skorup
                                                                                    Jaiden Skorup  12 hours back

                                                                                    1 week, 2.1 M views, why so low?

                                                                                    • Brandon Marzano
                                                                                      Brandon Marzano  12 hours back

                                                                                      Lyrics to sing along

                                                                                      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 
                                                                                      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, f*ck a ho and miss, yeah 

                                                                                      I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices 
                                                                                      Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose 
                                                                                      Maybe that's what life is 

                                                                                      Ay, 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 
                                                                                      Motherf*ck, motherf*ck 
                                                                                      Sister f*cked, granny f*cked 
                                                                                      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 

                                                                                      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 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 whore, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul 

                                                                                      Bloody sacrifices 

                                                                                      Yeah, ay, look at what a motherf*cker 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 
                                                                                      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 f*ckface 
                                                                                      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 
                                                                                      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

                                                                                      • Ian Chan
                                                                                        Ian Chan  12 hours back

                                                                                        I dont know what you're saying but the rusty voice is good!

                                                                                        • Brooklyn Lewis
                                                                                          Brooklyn Lewis  14 hours back

                                                                                          Cole a legend 🔥

                                                                                          • ilaywho
                                                                                            ilaywho  14 hours back

                                                                                            girlfriend: what's your password
                                                                                            me: 1:14

                                                                                            • Donikqua Edwards
                                                                                              Donikqua Edwards  14 hours back

                                                                                              If I don't love you, I don't suppose toooooooooooo………..

                                                                                              • Cristhian Lujan
                                                                                                Cristhian Lujan  14 hours back

                                                                                                Lyrics
                                                                                                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
                                                                                                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

                                                                                                Ay, 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

                                                                                                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 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 whore, 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
                                                                                                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
                                                                                                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

                                                                                                • Thomas Long
                                                                                                  Thomas Long  15 hours back

                                                                                                  R.I.P Milton Fann. He was a great Black King. Respects to surviving family bro.