Sacrifices
Wrote this thang
When I was answering the phone
I working for the check
Then this song came on
It reminded me of me
And it kinda made me see
I was settling for less
This not were I'm supposed to be
But I'm scared to quit my job
Dog I gotta pay my bills
Dog I gotta keep it real
I'm just tryna feed my kids
I'm just tryna make a meal
I don't got much on the deal
Erry body say they wit me they ain't really wit me they ain't really here
Thinking what I'm gonna do
And this feelings not new
I'm just lookin for some help
Ain't nobody comin thru
Either they at work
Or they gotta take a nap first
They wont ever make that work
But it wasn't really like that at first
Yea yea nigga right please yea
Everybody hop on deez yea
Imma go, get a job, get a check, that's a bet, y'all ain't messin wit me yea
But I got stuck yea
I just gave up yea
Check to check been gettin by so why mess up what works yea
Niggas chasing dreams loud in the back ground
While I frown drown to the sound of my voice now
Talkin calls
Clockin in and out
Walk-in up and down round and round gettin tired now what am I about
And I'm convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since
We seein' so many blessin's, shit don't make no sense
Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to him
Yeah, I'm convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice, in my defense
Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to
Imma get back on my feet
Imma do what I want
Imma do what I please
Imma go steal them keys
Imma go pay my lease
Imma come out the crease
Imma tell my job peace
Imma go eat
Imma take all my things
They say nigga you crazy
I say nigga I'm cool
They said what about yo baby
Nigga they already in school
I got the top down with latch off
I ain't thinking bout ya lead boy imma catch y'all
I ain't thinking bout a dm imma at y'all
I ain't thinkin bout a bm rapper at all
Dream about work in my sleep like drake
Thinkin bout something to eat like steak
I'm bout to go do a show just because
Ain't no more clockin in Cause I'm the plug
Local niggas ain't messin wit the flow
Everybody in the dmv know
I ain't never gonna let music go
I ain't never sellin out for a mmmmmm
Imma go hit the boof like mmm
Built it in my room
Mix and master woa
I'm the mix and master goat
I'm that nigga, you don't know?
7 figures, I'm so cold?
Single drop May 17
May 25th that way to bold...
When I was answering the phone
I working for the check
Then this song came on
It reminded me of me
And it kinda made me see
I was settling for less
This not were I'm supposed to be
But I'm scared to quit my job
Dog I gotta pay my bills
Dog I gotta keep it real
I'm just tryna feed my kids
I'm just tryna make a meal
I don't got much on the deal
Erry body say they wit me they ain't really wit me they ain't really here
Thinking what I'm gonna do
And this feelings not new
I'm just lookin for some help
Ain't nobody comin thru
Either they at work
Or they gotta take a nap first
They wont ever make that work
But it wasn't really like that at first
Yea yea nigga right please yea
Everybody hop on deez yea
Imma go, get a job, get a check, that's a bet, y'all ain't messin wit me yea
But I got stuck yea
I just gave up yea
Check to check been gettin by so why mess up what works yea
Niggas chasing dreams loud in the back ground
While I frown drown to the sound of my voice now
Talkin calls
Clockin in and out
Walk-in up and down round and round gettin tired now what am I about
And I'm convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since
We seein' so many blessin's, shit don't make no sense
Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to him
Yeah, I'm convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice, in my defense
Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to
Imma get back on my feet
Imma do what I want
Imma do what I please
Imma go steal them keys
Imma go pay my lease
Imma come out the crease
Imma tell my job peace
Imma go eat
Imma take all my things
They say nigga you crazy
I say nigga I'm cool
They said what about yo baby
Nigga they already in school
I got the top down with latch off
I ain't thinking bout ya lead boy imma catch y'all
I ain't thinking bout a dm imma at y'all
I ain't thinkin bout a bm rapper at all
Dream about work in my sleep like drake
Thinkin bout something to eat like steak
I'm bout to go do a show just because
Ain't no more clockin in Cause I'm the plug
Local niggas ain't messin wit the flow
Everybody in the dmv know
I ain't never gonna let music go
I ain't never sellin out for a mmmmmm
Imma go hit the boof like mmm
Built it in my room
Mix and master woa
I'm the mix and master goat
I'm that nigga, you don't know?
7 figures, I'm so cold?
Single drop May 17
May 25th that way to bold...
Credits
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Daniel Johnson, Aubrey Drake Graham, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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