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Earth Gang

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Sacrifices Lyrics - Earth Gang

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 

 

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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 

 

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 

 

Bloody sacrifices 

 

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 

 

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 

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 

 

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 

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