Sacrifices
Yeah
Ayy
Uh
Yeah
You know
Uh
Look
Feel like gonna, I'm going full throttle
In Georgia I'm not from the A though
Shout out my plug, he be swiping them tickets
He get me from state to state, woah
Headed to Buckhead, I stop at the waffle house
Had to go get me a plate, yeah
Roll me a spliff then I call up the Uber
He told me that he on the way, uh
Let's take a moment to highlight the basics
Do you know the struggle of stone turning?
Me and my partner was walking to find us
A ride on the highway, we road running
Too many times we been dealing with he say
Ain't feeling that you gotta show something
Too many niggas be playing, I ain't got no logic
I'm ready to beat on 'em
Pop, pop, pop, pop, we gotta make it pop
Bro got that shit on replay and he spinning it
We tryna get to the top, yeah
Lock, lock, lock, lock, we got the city on lock
That ain't enough for the kid man
I'm tryna go ape shit and beat up the block
Man, I'm tired of all these sacrifices
I been grinding, I been sliding
I ain't tryna lose my way to go viral, ayy
Tryna spiral like I'm lighting
Uh, look
We don't call it a plane, it's a rocket
Deviated, let's get back on topic
We just came here to meet with an option
In a way you could say I'm an auction
But these niggas can't give me no profit
We done wasted a whole lot of profit
On some niggas who act like they got shit
Wonder why we be moving with caution
Now we making our way to the booth
Syndicated, we playing it cool
Medicated, I'm playing it smooth
I ain't have to speak on it, they knew
I ain't like all these niggas that's new
I don't talk, I just do what I do
And my blood, he gon' tell you it's true
All them niggas ain't know what to do
Pop, pop, pop, pop, we gotta make it pop
Bro got that shit on replay and he spinning it
We tryna get to the top, yeah
Lock, lock, lock, lock, we got the city on lock
That ain't enough for the kid, man
I'm tryna go ape shit and beat up the block, yeah
Rock, rock, rock, rock
I'm staying solid as rock
I know they smell what we cooking up
They trying to get them a piece out the pot, hold up
Block, block, block, block
We gotta get off the block
Momma keep praying that I don't go outside
'Cause these demons come out when it's dark
Man, I'm tired of all these sacrifices
I been grinding, I been sliding
I ain't tryna lose my way to go viral
Tryna spiral like I'm lighting
Man, I'm tired of all these sacrifices
I been grinding, I been sliding
I ain't trying to lose my way to go viral
Tryna spiral, ayy, like I'm lighting
Ayy
Uh
Yeah
You know
Uh
Look
Feel like gonna, I'm going full throttle
In Georgia I'm not from the A though
Shout out my plug, he be swiping them tickets
He get me from state to state, woah
Headed to Buckhead, I stop at the waffle house
Had to go get me a plate, yeah
Roll me a spliff then I call up the Uber
He told me that he on the way, uh
Let's take a moment to highlight the basics
Do you know the struggle of stone turning?
Me and my partner was walking to find us
A ride on the highway, we road running
Too many times we been dealing with he say
Ain't feeling that you gotta show something
Too many niggas be playing, I ain't got no logic
I'm ready to beat on 'em
Pop, pop, pop, pop, we gotta make it pop
Bro got that shit on replay and he spinning it
We tryna get to the top, yeah
Lock, lock, lock, lock, we got the city on lock
That ain't enough for the kid man
I'm tryna go ape shit and beat up the block
Man, I'm tired of all these sacrifices
I been grinding, I been sliding
I ain't tryna lose my way to go viral, ayy
Tryna spiral like I'm lighting
Uh, look
We don't call it a plane, it's a rocket
Deviated, let's get back on topic
We just came here to meet with an option
In a way you could say I'm an auction
But these niggas can't give me no profit
We done wasted a whole lot of profit
On some niggas who act like they got shit
Wonder why we be moving with caution
Now we making our way to the booth
Syndicated, we playing it cool
Medicated, I'm playing it smooth
I ain't have to speak on it, they knew
I ain't like all these niggas that's new
I don't talk, I just do what I do
And my blood, he gon' tell you it's true
All them niggas ain't know what to do
Pop, pop, pop, pop, we gotta make it pop
Bro got that shit on replay and he spinning it
We tryna get to the top, yeah
Lock, lock, lock, lock, we got the city on lock
That ain't enough for the kid, man
I'm tryna go ape shit and beat up the block, yeah
Rock, rock, rock, rock
I'm staying solid as rock
I know they smell what we cooking up
They trying to get them a piece out the pot, hold up
Block, block, block, block
We gotta get off the block
Momma keep praying that I don't go outside
'Cause these demons come out when it's dark
Man, I'm tired of all these sacrifices
I been grinding, I been sliding
I ain't tryna lose my way to go viral
Tryna spiral like I'm lighting
Man, I'm tired of all these sacrifices
I been grinding, I been sliding
I ain't trying to lose my way to go viral
Tryna spiral, ayy, like I'm lighting
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Writer(s): Hameed Idowu
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