Sacrifice
I made all the sacrifice
I wasn't lyin' in "Some Nights"
Really had to risk my life
I went down the wrong road
Sorry Ma, but this my life
I went bought my own pole
You already know what I'm on, blow
I had to walk to school with it
I couldn't tote no longnose
Right in front the police, grippin'
Probably thought it was my phone though
Never panicked, I didn't get it
Nigga I seen a hundred killings
We ain't never go by schools and children (Southside on the track, yeah)
Cap' died, I'm like fuck it, get him
Way before rap I was real, no limit
Fuckin' hoes who I can't trust a nigga
Trust big cuz, gotta watch my bruh though
Know he came up off everything cutthroat
Matter fact I ain't gon' say nothin' else
Heard it turned out bad luck for bruh, though
Know I got everything under my belt
Tote a lil' .40 Glock, that's for my health
Remember it was just me and Max on the block
Packs came in, put thrax on the block
Overcharge niggas, get a tax on the block
First nigga with a hundred racks on the block
Could pop out without my fuckin' Glock on rock
Don't lie, they went up top
I remember them nights up top
You gon' die, they one up top
It was like 4AM on the morning of August 10th
We was on the block shootin' dice, yeah, that was when Kobe went
I ain't never know you walked off 'fore those shots was lit
Kyro called your name out, he was on top of it
You already know how we rockin', bitch, still on top of shit
Ziploc and shit, fifth shot, he hit
If this rock, we Diddy
I ain't tryna talk, we with it (Fuck 'em)
Hundred round chops, keep a fifty
We don't got an opp, he finished (Motherfucker)
Wake up in Sicily, on it and sit on, open my mouth like a dentist
They just ridin' and ridin' around all night 'cause I told 'em to hop on that business
So used to get high outside all night, just tryna mind our business
We get caught doin' this shit, gon' get a life sentence
Bitch, my heart cold, and my ice glisten
My bitch tell me I'm too high and I'm just like, "Listen"
Gotta stay high 'cause I think too much, I get to trippin'
Gotta stay high 'cause I blink too much, I get to blickin'
'Bout a hundred million, when I get a visit
I can't let no nigga trick me through no Twitter mention
Gotta leave the hood right now or you gon' be a statistic
Gotta leave the streets right now, like that's a big decision
I make rich decisions
Graduated in the streets I'm trappin', call that payin' tuiton
And on Capo, whatever I'm worth, my niggas seein' it with me
I need a hundred-fifty
I made sacrifices for niggas who really wasn't even with me
That's why I ain't friendly, is you really with me?
'Cause I feel the envy, and this bitch a semi
And I keep it with me, like this bitch was Jimmy
Told 'em, "Bail out, nigga," I'm sittin' here, this bitch a hemi
For Big Red and Slim, left and right hand pour out Remy, Henny
And this Draco a mini, I know you heard about Kenny
I know you heard about Benny, nigga, I ain't heard about any
Benz, bread, get niggas dead, shit I done did for plenty
I just hate that all my real niggas dead, now I got my bread up
I'm in the 'Raq so every day I still gotta keep my head up
In my boxers, finger cloth my tips and load the lead up
Say you gangbang, pussy nigga, what you scared for?
Slept in traphouses 'fore I got rich, filled up with bedbugs
Slept in halls on 78th, that's just because my mans was
For my dawgs, I done did it all, back against the wall
What you needed? It was just a call, I wasn't rich at all
Same niggas since day one, they still with me, ain't switch at all
Suck a dick, I told them people question me, can't snitch at all
And these street niggas make the rules, now they switched the law
Can't respect 'em without no capacity, a bitch involved
And I'm still with my dawgs, and we duckin', ditchin' laws
We already beat this shit, nigga, we just tryna stay rich, that's all
We already beat this shit, nigga, we just tryna stay rich, that's all
That's all, uh
Yeah
Street niggas with me, you know
Gang shit only, man
You know we bringing the stu' out
Right next to the buttons and all that other shit
It's ganged out
Southside on the track, yeah
I wasn't lyin' in "Some Nights"
Really had to risk my life
I went down the wrong road
Sorry Ma, but this my life
I went bought my own pole
You already know what I'm on, blow
I had to walk to school with it
I couldn't tote no longnose
Right in front the police, grippin'
Probably thought it was my phone though
Never panicked, I didn't get it
Nigga I seen a hundred killings
We ain't never go by schools and children (Southside on the track, yeah)
Cap' died, I'm like fuck it, get him
Way before rap I was real, no limit
Fuckin' hoes who I can't trust a nigga
Trust big cuz, gotta watch my bruh though
Know he came up off everything cutthroat
Matter fact I ain't gon' say nothin' else
Heard it turned out bad luck for bruh, though
Know I got everything under my belt
Tote a lil' .40 Glock, that's for my health
Remember it was just me and Max on the block
Packs came in, put thrax on the block
Overcharge niggas, get a tax on the block
First nigga with a hundred racks on the block
Could pop out without my fuckin' Glock on rock
Don't lie, they went up top
I remember them nights up top
You gon' die, they one up top
It was like 4AM on the morning of August 10th
We was on the block shootin' dice, yeah, that was when Kobe went
I ain't never know you walked off 'fore those shots was lit
Kyro called your name out, he was on top of it
You already know how we rockin', bitch, still on top of shit
Ziploc and shit, fifth shot, he hit
If this rock, we Diddy
I ain't tryna talk, we with it (Fuck 'em)
Hundred round chops, keep a fifty
We don't got an opp, he finished (Motherfucker)
Wake up in Sicily, on it and sit on, open my mouth like a dentist
They just ridin' and ridin' around all night 'cause I told 'em to hop on that business
So used to get high outside all night, just tryna mind our business
We get caught doin' this shit, gon' get a life sentence
Bitch, my heart cold, and my ice glisten
My bitch tell me I'm too high and I'm just like, "Listen"
Gotta stay high 'cause I think too much, I get to trippin'
Gotta stay high 'cause I blink too much, I get to blickin'
'Bout a hundred million, when I get a visit
I can't let no nigga trick me through no Twitter mention
Gotta leave the hood right now or you gon' be a statistic
Gotta leave the streets right now, like that's a big decision
I make rich decisions
Graduated in the streets I'm trappin', call that payin' tuiton
And on Capo, whatever I'm worth, my niggas seein' it with me
I need a hundred-fifty
I made sacrifices for niggas who really wasn't even with me
That's why I ain't friendly, is you really with me?
'Cause I feel the envy, and this bitch a semi
And I keep it with me, like this bitch was Jimmy
Told 'em, "Bail out, nigga," I'm sittin' here, this bitch a hemi
For Big Red and Slim, left and right hand pour out Remy, Henny
And this Draco a mini, I know you heard about Kenny
I know you heard about Benny, nigga, I ain't heard about any
Benz, bread, get niggas dead, shit I done did for plenty
I just hate that all my real niggas dead, now I got my bread up
I'm in the 'Raq so every day I still gotta keep my head up
In my boxers, finger cloth my tips and load the lead up
Say you gangbang, pussy nigga, what you scared for?
Slept in traphouses 'fore I got rich, filled up with bedbugs
Slept in halls on 78th, that's just because my mans was
For my dawgs, I done did it all, back against the wall
What you needed? It was just a call, I wasn't rich at all
Same niggas since day one, they still with me, ain't switch at all
Suck a dick, I told them people question me, can't snitch at all
And these street niggas make the rules, now they switched the law
Can't respect 'em without no capacity, a bitch involved
And I'm still with my dawgs, and we duckin', ditchin' laws
We already beat this shit, nigga, we just tryna stay rich, that's all
We already beat this shit, nigga, we just tryna stay rich, that's all
That's all, uh
Yeah
Street niggas with me, you know
Gang shit only, man
You know we bringing the stu' out
Right next to the buttons and all that other shit
It's ganged out
Southside on the track, yeah
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Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Herbert Randall Wright
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