Lyrics Fabolous – Sacrifices
Text:
Intro:
Yeah, 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
What you had to do or what you go through
Sacrifices
Verse 1:
Seeing your family scrambling, that sanity damaging
Gotta, make a move can’t just stand and be mannequin
Have a man who be managing, randomly standing in places he shouldn’t
Trying to move that Pamela Anderson under
Stand and beat hammers and grandma keep paneling
Cause them niggas from the other side are fans of me vanishing
New day, new funeral, my grandma be panicking
But I gotta eat, she just handing me sandwiches
And an appetite like mine, got me scamming and scandeling
Riding shotty with my homie, but I plan to be phantom and
Bumping something I can feel, fam, I need sampling
Not no Bieber on the hook, I need Anthony Hamilton
I got molly, I got white, I be Hannah Montana and
Like a Migo it’s illegal, but it’s grams in my hand again
So it probably ain’t right, but this the land of the scandalous
Til your own friend a snake you probably can’t understand it then
When you go you’re just gone, all we missing is payments
Dr. King fought for my freedom that I risked just to pay rent
Ain’t no love for these streets, ain’t no kissing the pavement
Yeah, I’m sick and tired of shit, but they insist on being patient
But for what? To wait on that eviction note?
I wake up to some real shit, them dreams I have is fictional
2 Live Crew money and the Luke dancers with it
Hook:
Jesus died on that cross, that’s a sacrifice
Niggas dying for their cross, that’s a sacrifice
Rosa Parks took a charge, that’s a sacrifice
If shorty 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
You gotta do what you gotta do, baby
Verse 2:
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 mommy sick of daddy and baby got a flu
And what’s crazy about it too
Is all she sees is lies when she look him in his eyes
And her baby got them too
Pay a little child support, but what’s so shady about him too
Is in the club he pop Rozay, but won’t bring baby bottles through
I know things fell part, I ain’t saying we gotta glue
But if you walking around in Prada, buy your baby Prada too
Telling hoes «yes», we can’t get a «maybe» outta you
Shit is fucked up, and I don’t think the baby gotta clue
What’s a lady gotta do? Bend over for dollar tips?
Cause ain’t nobody giving young, single mothers scholarships
Mama just got diagnosed, breast cancer
So when they ask what she’s gonna do, her best answer
Is «I don’t know, gotta do what I gotta do»
And I don’t know about your bills, but the ones I got are due
People always wanna try and tell you what you gotta do
But there’s a difference in what those who don’t and those who gotta do
It’s called sacrifices, hate to see my man gone
Bail was like a pop fly just to bring my man home
Can’t just leave him out there
Gotta believe in yourself even when there’s doubt there, yeah
Hook
