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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
Vocals
Smino
Vocals
Saba
Vocals
Johnny Venus
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
Songwriter
Olu Fann
Songwriter
Simmie Sims III
Songwriter
Tahj Malik Chandler
Songwriter
Benjamin Tolbert
Songwriter
Justin Henderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Groove
Producer
Henny Tha Bizness
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
That **** back from the dead
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
**** almost lost his head, yeah
Try to run, try to fly, try to float
Candles on top of the dresser
Baby, you down, need to bless up
Better watch how you address us
Playing no games, no dress up
I gotta idea!
Let's shoot Wild 'n Out in my hood, talking right here
Academy Award nominated performance, yeah
Let the AK spray straight for four minutes, yeah
That's a monologue, talkin' to the fog, fuck an ordinance, yeah
[Chorus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Cut throat, rabbit's toe, I suppose
Maybe that's what life is
[Verse 2]
Aye, man (Cavemen)
Two dranks (Cave in)
Few blunts (Ease up)
Ooh, yeah (Please up)
Who cares? (Who there?)
Do what? (Wake up)
The hell (Heaven)
We want (Heads up)
Hey, you! (Yeah, you!)
Mother fuck (Brother fuck)
Sister fuck (Family fuck)
The system (Get some!)
Hey, you! (Day two)
Yeah, you (You, you!)
You a vege' (Do the dance)
Table (Get low!)
Chopped cheese (Knot knees)
Boy, please (Whatever)
You next (To death)
To go (Ooh-oh)
Who's that? (Ring, ring)
Your number (Bling, bling)
Call it up (Chalk it up)
Move over
[Chorus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Cut throat, rabbit's toe, I suppose
[Verse 3]
See, a **** in all red from the North with the pole
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 **** I been around, so
Of course, I endorse my (Of course, I endorse my)
Ratchet ass **** 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, I gotta voice my (Of course I, I gotta voice my)
Opinion on that ass when you walk past
On bro, that shit groovy, I made it
**** pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers
I'm a real soulful ****, collared greens inside your speakers (Yeah, yeah)
Ferguson days on Castro, wasn't no cash flow
But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's
I'm good for your heart, lemme snatch your soul, soul, soul
[Chorus]
Bloody sacrifices
[Verse 4]
Yeah, aye
Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash intake
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 to they 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 **** keep 'em a nine like one plus eight
Our politician a fuckface
Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
We duel like a small town wager
How I'm the dropout, major success stories, I favor
Used to cover my scars, I'm just tryna cover The Fader
Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
Tell pigs '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
You 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
[Chorus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
[Verse 5]
You can't be everything to everybody
I wanna be your lover, your best friend
Your Batman, Spiderman
Fighter pilot, shootin' all your rivals, and
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-blahs, so nobody try to steal your thunder
Pull you under
Toss my hoes 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, **** 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
****, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty
I be havin' to spread my wealth
I used to be at the crib myself
Seven years old, off of Bragg 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
[Verse 6]
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 writin' 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
[Refrain]
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
[Chorus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Written by: Jermaine Cole, Olu Fann, Simmie Sims III, Tahj Malik Chandler, Benjamin Tolbert, Justin Henderson