Sacrifices

Album: Revenge of the Dreamers III (2019)
  • (Johnny Venus:)
    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

    (Smino:)
    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

    (Johnny Venus:)
    Bloody sacrifices

    (Saba:)
    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

    (Johnny Venus:)
    I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

    (J. Cole:)
    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

    (J. Cole:)
    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

    (Johnny Venus:)
    I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

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