Sacrifices Lyrics

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
And see they gon' talk even though they don't know
What you had to do or what you go through
Sacrifices

Seeing your family scrambling, that′s 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, tryna move that Pamela Anderson

Under standard be hammers and grandma be pandaling
′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 handed me sandwiches
And her appetite like mine got me scamming and scandaling
Riding shotty with my homie but I plan to be Phantoming
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-ing
Like illegal it's illegal but it′s grams in my hand again

So it probably ain't right but this the land of the scandalous
Kill your own friends, nigga you probably can′t understand it
Then when you go, you just gone, all we missing is payments
Dr. King fought for my freedom that I risk 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, they insisting be patient
But for what? To wait on that eviction note?
I wake up to some real shit, them dreams I have is fictional
Unless I go and get it, don′t stop, get it, get it

2 Live Crew money and the loop dancers 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
Your 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
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 mommy sick of daddy and the baby got the flu
And what′s crazy 'bout it too is all she see is lies
When she look him in his eyes and her baby got 'em too
Pay a little child support but what′s so shady ′bout him too
Is in the club he pop Rosé but won't bring baby bottles through
I know things fell apart, I ain′t say we got a glue
But if you walking 'round in Prada buy your baby Prada too
Telling 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
'Cause ain't nobody giving young single mothers scholarships
Mama just got diagnosed, breast cancer
So when they ask what she gon′ do, her best answer
Is I don′t know, gotta do what I gotta do

I don't know about your bills but the ones I gotta do
People always wanna try to 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 potluck just to bring my man home

Can't just leave him out there
Gotta believe in yourself even when it′s doubt there, yeah

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
Your 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
Gotta do what you gotta do, baby