Sacrifices

Yea, you know the crazy thing is

They gon talk about you when you ain’t got shit

But then they gon talk about you when you got shit

And see they gon talk even though they don’t know

What you had to do or what you goin through

Sacrifices

Seeing yo family scrambling, that’s sanity damaging

Gotta make a move, can’t just stand and be mimicking

Have a man who be managing, randomly standing in places he shouldn’t

Tryin to move that Pamela Anderson under…

Standing these hammers and grandma keep paddling

Cuz them niggas from the other side of fence will be vanishing

New day, new funeral, my grandma be panicking

But I gotta eat, she just handing me sandwiches

And her appetite like mine got me standing in scandal and

Ridin shottie with my homie but I plan to be Phantoming

Bumpin something I could feel, fam I need sample

And not no Bieber on the hook, I need Anthony Hamilton

I got molly, I got white, I be Hannah Montana

And like amigo it’s illegal but it’s grams in my hand again

So it probably ain’t right but this the land of the scandalous

To your own friend snake, you probably can’t understand it

Then when you go you just gone, all we missing is payments

Now the king fall for my freedom that I risk just to pay

When ain’t no love for these streets, ain’t no kissing the pavement

Yea I’m sick and tired of shit, they insisting be patient

But for what? To wait on that eviction note?

I woke up to some real shit, them dreams I have is fictional

Unless I go and get it, don’t stop get it get it

Too alive, threw money in the loop dances with it

Jesus died on that cross, that’s a sacrifice

Niggas dying for they cross, that’s a sacrifice

Rosa Parks took a charge, that’s a sacrifice

If Shawty took that charge for you that’s a sacrifice

Just do what you gotta do baby

Just do what you gotta do baby

Just do what you gotta do baby

Gotta do what you gotta do baby

Baby gotta do what a baby gotta do

Baby mama ain’t got it but her baby father do

Never pick up baby boy but his Mercedes powder blue

Now mammy sick of daddy and the baby got a flu

And was crazy bout it too

Cuz all she see is lies

When she look him in eyes and her baby got him too

Pay a little child support but what’s so shady bout him too

He’s in the club he pop Rose but won’t bring baby bottles through

I know things apart, I ain’t say we gotta blue

But if you walkin round in Prada buy yo baby Prada too

Tellin hoes yes, we can’t get a maybe out of you

Shit is fucked up and I don’t think the baby got a clue

What’s a lady gotta do? Bend over for dollar tips?

Cuz ain’t nobody giving young single mothers scholarships

Mama just got diagnosed, breast cancer

So when they aks what she gon do, her best answer

Is I don’t know, gotta do what I gotta do

I don’t know about yo bills but the ones I gotta do

People always wanna try to tell you what you gotta do

But there’s a difference in with those who don’t and those who got it through

It’s called sacrifices, hate to see my man gone

Bed was like a pop fly just to bring my man home

Can’t just leave him out there

Gotta believe in yo self even when it’s doubt there yea

Jesus died on that cross, that’s a sacrifice

Niggas dying for they cross, that’s a sacrifice

Rosa Parks took a charge, that’s a sacrifice

If Shawty took that charge for you that’s a sacrifice

Just do what you gotta do baby

Just do what you gotta do baby

Just do what you gotta do baby

Gotta do what you gotta do baby