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Who there?\nDo what? Wake up\nThe hell, happened\nWe want, hands up\nPay you, dare you\nMotherfuck, motherfuck\nSister fucked, granny fucked\nSystem, get some\n\nYeah, you, day two\nYeah, you, you, you\nYou a van, through the van\nStripper, good Lord\nTop chi, not me\nBoy, please, whatever\nYou next, to death\nTo go, ooh, oh\nWho's that? Ring ring\nYour number, bang bang\nCallin' up, talk it up\nMove over\n\nI make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\nCutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\nHmm, uh\n\nShit lookin' all red from the North with the power\nIt ain't Santa Claus\nBrought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\nI can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\nBeen gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\nBut it ain't workin', my\nCircle on fire like a circus now\nAround the same niggas I been around, so\nOf course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\nReggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\nIt's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\nLet the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\nOf course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\nOpinion on advance when you walk past\n(On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\n\nNiggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\nI'm a real soulful nigga\nCollared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah)\nFerguson days on Castro\nWasn't no 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us\n[00:40.22] Playing no games, no dress-up\n[00:42.02] I got an idea\n[00:43.38] 'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg ain't right here\n[00:46.47] Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah\n[00:48.94] Let the AK spray straight before I'm finished, yeah\n[00:53.26] As a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah\n[00:56.15] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[01:04.64] Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n[01:10.10] Maybe that's what life is\n[01:14.66] Ayy, man, caveman\n[01:15.31] Two drink, cave in\n[01:16.27] Two blunt, ease up\n[01:17.13] Booyah, leaves up\n[01:17.98] Who care? Who there?\n[01:18.81] Do what? Wake up\n[01:19.74] The hell, happened\n[01:20.42] We want, hands up\n[01:21.21] Pay you, dare you\n[01:22.16] Motherfuck, motherfuck\n[01:22.96] Sister fucked, granny fucked\n[01:23.95] System, get some\n[01:24.61] Yeah, you, day two\n[01:25.37] Yeah, you, you, you\n[01:26.12] You a van, through the van\n[01:27.19] Stripper, good Lord\n[01:28.13] Top chi, not me\n[01:28.82] Boy, please, whatever\n[01:29.67] You next, to death\n[01:30.49] To go, ooh, oh\n[01:31.20] Who's that? Ring ring\n[01:32.01] Your number, bang bang\n[01:32.92] Callin' up, talk it up\n[01:33.72] Move over\n[01:34.40] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[01:37.13] \n[01:40.69] Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n[01:43.09] \n[01:45.66] Hmm, uh\n[01:48.16] Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power\n[01:49.54] It ain't Santa Claus\n[01:50.81] Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\n[01:52.07] I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\n[01:53.91] Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\n[01:56.02] But it ain't workin', my\n[01:57.74] Circle on fire like a circus now\n[01:58.84] Around the same niggas I been around, so\n[02:00.41] Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\n[02:02.35] Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\n[02:04.18] It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\n[02:05.73] Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\n[02:07.46] Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\n[02:09.05] Opinion on advance when 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one plus eight\n[02:55.16] Our politician a fuckface\n[02:56.78] Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n[02:58.09] We do it like a small town wager\n[02:59.77] How I'm the dropout major\n[03:01.60] Success stories, I favor\n[03:03.03] Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n[03:05.91] Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n[03:07.91] Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n[03:09.58] You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n[03:12.20] I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n[03:15.05] All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n[03:18.95] I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n[03:21.25] Rather than waste the amount of bars\n[03:23.35] It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n[03:25.38] Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n[03:29.12] Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n[03:32.42] I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n[03:35.23] I lay the law down like parliament, all just with 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don't wanna correct you\n[04:31.01] Say something crazy, they won't interject\n[04:32.58] Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n[04:34.45] Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n[04:35.81] I be havin' to check myself\n[04:37.33] Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n[04:39.11] I be havin' to spread my wealth\n[04:40.47] I used to be at the crib myself\n[04:41.99] 7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n[04:43.59] Where they bag up the raw\n[04:44.39] They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n[04:45.73] And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n[04:47.64] Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n[04:49.88] And I ran into you like I met you before\n[04:51.75] Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n[04:53.74] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n[04:57.10] I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n[05:00.19] She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n[05:03.42] She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.68] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.26] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.32] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.61] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.32] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:21.05] \n[05:23.09] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:29.47] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.91] \n[05:36.25] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.54] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.49] \n[05:51.31] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:02.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dreamville - Sacrifices ft. 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Who there?\n[01:18.81] Do what? Wake up\n[01:19.74] The hell, happened\n[01:20.42] We want, hands up\n[01:21.21] Pay you, dare you\n[01:22.16] Motherfuck, motherfuck\n[01:22.96] Sister fucked, granny fucked\n[01:23.95] System, get some\n[01:24.61] Yeah, you, day two\n[01:25.37] Yeah, you, you, you\n[01:26.12] You a van, through the van\n[01:27.19] Stripper, good Lord\n[01:28.13] Top chi, not me\n[01:28.82] Boy, please, whatever\n[01:29.67] You next, to death\n[01:30.49] To go, ooh, oh\n[01:31.20] Who's that? Ring ring\n[01:32.01] Your number, bang bang\n[01:32.92] Callin' up, talk it up\n[01:33.72] Move over\n[01:34.40] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[01:37.13] \n[01:40.69] Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n[01:43.09] \n[01:45.66] Hmm, uh\n[01:48.16] Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power\n[01:49.54] It ain't Santa Claus\n[01:50.81] Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\n[01:52.07] I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\n[01:53.91] Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\n[01:56.02] But it ain't workin', my\n[01:57.74] Circle on fire like a circus now\n[01:58.84] Around the same niggas I been around, so\n[02:00.41] Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\n[02:02.35] Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\n[02:04.18] It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\n[02:05.73] Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\n[02:07.46] Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\n[02:09.05] Opinion on advance when 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one plus eight\n[02:55.16] Our politician a fuckface\n[02:56.78] Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n[02:58.09] We do it like a small town wager\n[02:59.77] How I'm the dropout major\n[03:01.60] Success stories, I favor\n[03:03.03] Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n[03:05.91] Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n[03:07.91] Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n[03:09.58] You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n[03:12.20] I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n[03:15.05] All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n[03:18.95] I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n[03:21.25] Rather than waste the amount of bars\n[03:23.35] It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n[03:25.38] Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n[03:29.12] Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n[03:32.42] I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n[03:35.23] I lay the law down like parliament, all just with 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She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:07.11] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.29] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.51] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.73] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.78] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:21.51] \n[05:23.75] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:29.22] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.66] \n[05:36.02] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.58] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.53] \n[05:50.99] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:02.47] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices (feat. 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Wake up\nThe hell, happened\nWe want, hands up\nPay you, dare you\nMotherfuck, motherfuck\nSister fucked, granny fucked\nSystem, get some\n\nYeah, you, day two\nYeah, you, you, you\nYou a van, through the van\nStripper, good Lord\nTop chi, not me\nBoy, please, whatever\nYou next, to death\nTo go, ooh, oh\nWho's that? Ring ring\nYour number, bang bang\nCallin' up, talk it up\nMove over\n\nI make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\nCutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\nHmm, uh\n\nShit lookin' all red from the North with the power\nIt ain't Santa Claus\nBrought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\nI can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\nBeen gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\nBut it ain't workin', my\nCircle on fire like a circus now\nAround the same niggas I been around, so\nOf course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\nReggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\nIt's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\nLet the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\nOf course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\nOpinion on advance when you walk past\n(On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\n\nNiggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\nI'm a real soulful nigga\nCollared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah)\nFerguson days on Castro\nWasn't no 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Who there?\n[01:18.81] Do what? Wake up\n[01:19.74] The hell, happened\n[01:20.42] We want, hands up\n[01:21.21] Pay you, dare you\n[01:22.16] Motherfuck, motherfuck\n[01:22.96] Sister fucked, granny fucked\n[01:23.95] System, get some\n[01:24.61] Yeah, you, day two\n[01:25.37] Yeah, you, you, you\n[01:26.12] You a van, through the van\n[01:27.19] Stripper, good Lord\n[01:28.13] Top chi, not me\n[01:28.82] Boy, please, whatever\n[01:29.67] You next, to death\n[01:30.49] To go, ooh, oh\n[01:31.20] Who's that? Ring ring\n[01:32.01] Your number, bang bang\n[01:32.92] Callin' up, talk it up\n[01:33.72] Move over\n[01:34.40] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[01:37.13] \n[01:40.69] Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n[01:43.09] \n[01:45.66] Hmm, uh\n[01:48.16] Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power\n[01:49.54] It ain't Santa Claus\n[01:50.81] Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\n[01:52.07] I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\n[01:53.91] Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\n[01:56.02] But it ain't workin', my\n[01:57.74] Circle on fire like a circus now\n[01:58.84] Around the same niggas I been around, so\n[02:00.41] Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\n[02:02.35] Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\n[02:04.18] It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\n[02:05.73] Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\n[02:07.46] Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\n[02:09.05] Opinion on advance when 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one plus eight\n[02:55.16] Our politician a fuckface\n[02:56.78] Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n[02:58.09] We do it like a small town wager\n[02:59.77] How I'm the dropout major\n[03:01.60] Success stories, I favor\n[03:03.03] Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n[03:05.91] Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n[03:07.91] Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n[03:09.58] You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n[03:12.20] I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n[03:15.05] All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n[03:18.95] I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n[03:21.25] Rather than waste the amount of bars\n[03:23.35] It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n[03:25.38] Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n[03:29.12] Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n[03:32.42] I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n[03:35.23] I lay the law down like parliament, all just with 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She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.68] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.26] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.32] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.61] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.32] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:21.05] \n[05:23.09] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:29.47] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.91] \n[05:36.25] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.54] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.49] \n[05:51.31] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:02.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices (feat. 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don't wanna correct you\n[04:31.01] Say something crazy, they won't interject\n[04:32.58] Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n[04:34.45] Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n[04:35.81] I be havin' to check myself\n[04:37.33] Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n[04:39.11] I be havin' to spread my wealth\n[04:40.47] I used to be at the crib myself\n[04:41.99] 7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n[04:43.59] Where they bag up the raw\n[04:44.39] They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n[04:45.73] And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n[04:47.64] Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n[04:49.88] And I ran into you like I met you before\n[04:51.75] Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n[04:53.74] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n[04:57.10] I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n[05:00.19] She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n[05:03.42] She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.68] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.26] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.32] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.61] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.32] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:21.05] \n[05:23.09] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:29.47] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.91] \n[05:36.25] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.54] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.49] \n[05:51.31] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:02.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices (feat. 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you address us\n  Playing no games, no dress-up\n  I got an idea\n  'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg ain't right here\n  Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah\n  Let the AK spray straight before I'm finished, yeah\n  As a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah\n\n  I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n  Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n  Maybe that's what life is\n\n  Ayy, man, caveman\n  Two drink, cave in\n  Two blunt, ease up\n  Booyah, leaves up\n  Who care? Who there?\n  Do what? Wake up\n  The hell, happened\n  We want, hands up\n  Pay you, dare you\n  Motherfuck, motherfuck\n  Sister fucked, granny fucked\n  System, get some\n\n  Yeah, you, day two\n  Yeah, you, you, you\n  You a van, through the van\n  Stripper, good Lord\n  Top chi, not me\n  Boy, please, whatever\n  You next, to death\n  To go, ooh, oh\n  Who's that? Ring ring\n  Your number, bang bang\n  Callin' up, talk it up\n  Move over\n\n  I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n  Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n  Hmm, uh\n\n  Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power\n  It ain't Santa Claus\n  Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\n  I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\n  Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\n  But it ain't workin', my\n  Circle on fire like a circus now\n  Around the same niggas I been around, so\n  Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\n  Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\n  It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\n  Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\n  Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\n  Opinion on advance when you walk past\n  (On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\n\n  Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\n  I'm a real soulful nigga\n  Collared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah)\n  Ferguson days on Castro\n  Wasn't no cash flow\n  But I'm good for the always, I don't got the shows\n  I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your shone, shone, shone\n\n  Bloody Sacrifices\n\n  Yeah, ayy\n  Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash and take\n  They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday\n  You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake\n  You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate\n  Today's shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin' like pump fake\n  I don't need nothing but one take\n  I'm from the part of the city where young\n  Nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight\n  Our politician a fuckface\n  Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n  We do it like a small town wager\n  How I'm the dropout major\n  Success stories, I favor\n\n  Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n  Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n  Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n  You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n  I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n  All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n\n  I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n  Rather than waste the amount of bars\n  It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n  Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n  Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n  I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n  I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page\n\n  I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n\n  You can't be everything to everybody\n  I wanna be your lover, your best friend\n  Your Batman, Spiderman\n  Fight to polish who and now your rival's in\n  I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up\n  I wanna be the one that feel you up\n  On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up\n  I wanna be the one to build you up\n  A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah\n  And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder\n\n  Pull you under\n  Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble\n  We done moved out to the boondocks\n  Built a big house, there he wonders\n  How somewhere along the way\n  He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler\n  I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant\n  When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you\n  Say something crazy, they won't interject\n  Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n  Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n  I be havin' to check myself\n  Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n  I be havin' to spread my wealth\n\n  I used to be at the crib myself\n  7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n  Where they bag up the raw\n  They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n  And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n  Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n  And I ran into you like I met you before\n  Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n\n  Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n  I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n  She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n  She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n  Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n  She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n  She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n  I'm crying while writing these words\n  The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n\n  And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n  If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n  And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n  If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n\n  I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n"},{"id":10017065,"name":"Sacrifices (feat. 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Wake up\nThe hell happened?\nWe want, heads up\nHey you, yeah, you\nMother f-, brother f-\nSister f-, family f-\nThe system, get some\n\nHey you, day two\nYeah, you, you, you\nYou a vege', do the dance\nTable, get low\n\nChopped cheese, knot knees\nBoy, please, whatever\nYou next, to death\nTo go, ooh, oh\nWho's that? Ring ring\nYour number, bling-bling\nCall it up, chalk it up\nMove over\n\nI make sacrifices\nBloody sacrifices\nCutthroat, rabbit's toe, I suppose\n\nSee a n- in all red from the North with the pole\nIt ain't Santa Claus\nBrought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\nI can smell you p-, pull the panties off, I\nBeen gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this sh- low\nBut it ain't workin', my\n\nCircle on fire like a circus now\nAround the same n- I been around, so\nOf course, I (of course, I), endorse my (endorse my)\nRatchet-ass n- from the North Side (North Side)\nIt's astigmatism, you got poor sight (poor sight)\nLet the b- forget it, I do it Alzheim'\nOf course I (of course I), gotta voice my (voice my)\nOpinion on that a- when you walk past\n\n(On bro, that sh- groovy, ayy)\nPull strings like a guitar, guitar\nG-Star jeans on my sneakers\nI'm a real soulful n-, collard greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)\nFerguson days on Castro, wasn't no cash flow\nBut I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's\nI'm good for your heart, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul\n\nBloody sacrifices\n\nYeah, ayy\nLook at what a motherf- do for the cash intake\nThey'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday\nYou got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake\nYou can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate\nTo they sh-, I'm Asic, I run sh-, I got it jumpin' like pump fake\n\nI don't need nothing but one take\nI'm from the part of the city where young n- keep him a nine like one plus eight\nOur politician a f-face\nCorrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\nWe duel like a small town wager\nHow I'm the dropout major\nSuccess stories, I favor\n\nUsed to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\nYeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\nTell pigs, \"As-salaam alaikum\"\nYou ain't 'bout static like AM, radio ain't even play him\nI put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\nAll of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n\nI thought I'd call 'em out altogether\nRather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name\nCaught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\nVia the studio, got 'em studying our mixtapes\nI'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\nI lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page\n\nI make sacrifices\nBloody sacrifices\n\nYou can't be everything to everybody\nI wanna be your lover, your best friend\nYour Batman, Spider-Man\nFighter pilot shooting down your rivals and\nI wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up\nI wanna be the one to fill you up\nOn nights when you need good dick to cheer you up\nI wanna be the one to build you up\n\nA wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah\nAnd the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder\nPull you under\nToss my h- out, Royal Rumble\nWe done moved out to the boondocks\nBuilt a big house, there he wonders\nHow somewhere along the way\nHe went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler\n\nI been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant\nWhen you rich, n- don't wanna correct you\nSay something crazy, they won't interject\nDo every drug that you want, they gon' let you\nDangerous when it's nobody to check you\nI be havin' to check myself\nStop holding that money, you know you got plenty\nI be havin' to spread my wealth\n\nI used to be at the crib myself\n7 years old, off of Bragg Boulevard\nWhere they bag up the raw\nThey gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they -\nAnd they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\nThen I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\nAnd I ran into you like I met you before\nNow damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n\nHuggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\nI had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\nShe gave me her heart to hold, I still got that sh- to this day\nShe ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\nHuggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\nShe gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\nShe gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\nI'm crying while writing these words, the tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n\nAnd yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\nIf I don't love you how I'm supposed to\nAnd yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\nIf I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n\nI make sacrifices\nBloody sacrifices","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices (feat. 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Who there?\n\n  Do what? Wake up\n  The hell happened?\n  We want, heads up\n  Hey you, yeah, you\n  Mother f-, brother f-\n  Sister f-, family f-\n  The system, get some\n\n  Hey you, day two\n  Yeah, you, you, you\n  You a vege', do the dance\n  Table, get low\n\n  Chopped cheese, knot knees\n  Boy, please, whatever\n  You next, to death\n  To go, ooh, oh\n  Who's that? Ring ring\n  Your number, bling-bling\n  Call it up, chalk it up\n  Move over\n\n  I make sacrifices\n  Bloody sacrifices\n  Cutthroat, rabbit's toe, I suppose\n\n  See a n- in all red from the North with the pole\n  It ain't Santa Claus\n  Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\n  I can smell you p-, pull the panties off, I\n  Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this sh- low\n  But it ain't workin', my\n\n  Circle on fire like a circus now\n  Around the same n- I been around, so\n  Of course, I (of course, I), endorse my (endorse my)\n  Ratchet-ass n- from the North Side (North Side)\n  It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (poor sight)\n  Let the b- forget it, I do it Alzheim'\n  Of course I (of course I), gotta voice my (voice my)\n  Opinion on that a- when you walk past\n\n  (On bro, that sh- groovy, ayy)\n  Pull strings like a guitar, guitar\n  G-Star jeans on my sneakers\n  I'm a real soulful n-, collard greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)\n  Ferguson days on Castro, wasn't no cash flow\n  But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's\n  I'm good for your heart, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul\n\n  Bloody sacrifices\n\n  Yeah, ayy\n  Look at what a motherf- do for the cash intake\n  They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday\n  You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake\n  You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate\n  To they sh-, I'm Asic, I run sh-, I got it jumpin' like pump fake\n\n  I don't need nothing but one take\n  I'm from the part of the city where young n- keep him a nine like one plus eight\n  Our politician a f-face\n  Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n  We duel like a small town wager\n  How I'm the dropout major\n  Success stories, I favor\n\n  Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n  Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n  Tell pigs, \"As-salaam alaikum\"\n  You ain't 'bout static like AM, radio ain't even play him\n  I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n  All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n\n  I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n  Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n  Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n  Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtapes\n  I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n  I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page\n\n  I make sacrifices\n  Bloody sacrifices\n\n  You can't be everything to everybody\n  I wanna be your lover, your best friend\n  Your Batman, Spider-Man\n  Fighter pilot shooting down your rivals and\n  I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up\n  I wanna be the one to fill you up\n  On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up\n  I wanna be the one to build you up\n\n  A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah\n  And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder\n  Pull you under\n  Toss my h- out, Royal Rumble\n  We done moved out to the boondocks\n  Built a big house, there he wonders\n  How somewhere along the way\n  He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler\n\n  I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant\n  When you rich, n- don't wanna correct you\n  Say something crazy, they won't interject\n  Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n  Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n  I be havin' to check myself\n  Stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n  I be havin' to spread my wealth\n\n  I used to be at the crib myself\n  7 years old, off of Bragg Boulevard\n  Where they bag up the raw\n  They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they -\n  And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n  Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n  And I ran into you like I met you before\n  Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n\n  Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n  I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n  She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that sh- to this day\n  She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n  Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n  She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n  She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n  I'm crying while writing these words, the tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n\n  And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n  If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n  And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n  If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n\n  I make sacrifices\n  Bloody sacrifices\n"},{"id":33761711,"name":"Sacrifices (feat. 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Wake up\nThe hell happened?\nWe want, heads up\nHey you, yeah, you\nMother f-, brother f-\nSister f-, family f-\nThe system, get some\n\nHey you, day two\nYeah, you, you, you\nYou a vege', do the dance\nTable, get low\n\nChopped cheese, knot knees\nBoy, please, whatever\nYou next, to death\nTo go, ooh, oh\nWho's that? Ring ring\nYour number, bling-bling\nCall it up, chalk it up\nMove over\n\nI make sacrifices\nBloody sacrifices\nCutthroat, rabbit's toe, I suppose\n\nSee a n- in all red from the North with the pole\nIt ain't Santa Claus\nBrought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\nI can smell you p-, pull the panties off, I\nBeen gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this sh- low\nBut it ain't workin', my\n\nCircle on fire like a circus now\nAround the same n- I been around, so\nOf course, I (of course, I), endorse my (endorse my)\nRatchet-ass n- from the North Side (North Side)\nIt's astigmatism, you got poor sight (poor sight)\nLet the b- forget it, I do it Alzheim'\nOf course I (of course I), gotta voice my (voice my)\nOpinion on that a- when you walk past\n\n(On bro, that sh- groovy, ayy)\nPull strings like a guitar, guitar\nG-Star jeans on my sneakers\nI'm a real soulful n-, collard greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)\nFerguson days on Castro, wasn't no cash flow\nBut I'm good for the arch, 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Who there?\nDo what? Wake up\nThe hell, happened\nWe want, hands up\nPay you, dare you\nMotherfuck, motherfuck\nSister fucked, granny fucked\nSystem, get some\nYeah, you, day two\nYeah, you, you, you\nYou a van, through the van\nStripper, good Lord\nTop chi, not me\nBoy, please, whatever\nYou next, to death\nTo go, ooh, oh\nWho's that? Ring ring\nYour number, bang bang\nCallin' up, talk it up, move over\nI make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices\nCutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\nShit lookin' all red from the North with the power\nIt ain't Santa Claus\nBrought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\nI can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\nBeen gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\nBut it ain't workin', my\nCircle on fire like a circus now\nAround the same niggas I been around, so\nOf course I (Of course I), endorse my (endorse my)\nReggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\nIt's astigmatism, you got poor sight (poor sight)\nLet the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\nOf course I (of course I), I divorce my (divorce my)\nOpinion on advance when you walk past\n(On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\nNiggas pull strings like a guitar\nGuitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\nI'm a real soulful nigga\nCollared greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)\nFerguson days on Castro\nWasn't no cash flow\nBut 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days\nI thought I'd call 'em out altogether\nRather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name\nCaught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\nVia the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\nI'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\nI lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page\nI make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices\nYou can't be everything to everybody\nI wanna be your lover, your best friend\nYour Batman, Spiderman\nFight to polish who and now your rival's in\nI wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up\nI wanna be the one that feel you up\nOn nights when you need good dick to cheer you up\nI wanna be the one to build you up\nA wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah\nAnd the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder\nPull you under\nToss my hopes out, Royal Rumble\nWe done moved out to the Boondocks\nBuilt a big house, there he wonders\nHow somewhere along the way\nHe went 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Who there?\n[01:18.65] Do what? Wake up\n[01:19.47] The hell, happened\n[01:20.30] We want, hands up\n[01:21.09] Pay you, dare you\n[01:21.94] Motherfuck, motherfuck\n[01:22.78] Sister fucked, granny fucked\n[01:23.57] System, get some\n[01:24.43] Yeah, you, day two\n[01:25.26] Yeah, you, you, you\n[01:26.00] You a van, through the van\n[01:26.78] Stripper, good Lord\n[01:27.57] Top chi, not me\n[01:28.54] Boy, please, whatever\n[01:29.30] You next, to death\n[01:30.08] To go, ooh, oh\n[01:30.93] Who's that? 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one plus eight\n[02:55.11] Our politician a fuckface\n[02:56.70] Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n[02:58.02] We do it like a small town wager\n[02:59.79] How I'm the dropout major\n[03:01.66] Success stories, I favor\n[03:03.02] Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n[03:05.93] Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n[03:07.95] Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n[03:09.50] You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n[03:12.21] I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n[03:15.04] All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n[03:18.90] I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n[03:21.24] Rather than waste the amount of bars\n[03:23.32] It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n[03:25.37] Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n[03:29.11] Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n[03:32.43] I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n[03:35.22] I lay the law down like parliament, all just with 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don't wanna correct you\n[04:31.08] Say something crazy, they won't interject\n[04:32.54] Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n[04:34.44] Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n[04:35.89] I be havin' to check myself\n[04:37.39] Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n[04:39.15] I be havin' to spread my wealth\n[04:40.44] I used to be at the crib myself\n[04:41.91] 7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n[04:43.53] Where they bag up the raw\n[04:44.36] They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n[04:45.76] And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n[04:47.66] Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n[04:49.80] And I ran into you like I met you before\n[04:51.76] Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n[04:53.70] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n[04:57.19] I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n[05:00.16] She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n[05:03.48] She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.67] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.23] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.32] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.67] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.36] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:23.04] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:29.46] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.90] \n[05:36.21] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.56] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.51] \n[05:51.38] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:02.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices\n  artist: Dreamville\n  album: 'Revenge Of The Dreamers III: Director''s Cut'\n  duration_ms: 382000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 17420\n  end_ms: 18580\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 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Ring ring\n[01:32.06] Your number, bang bang\n[01:32.95] Callin' up, talk it up\n[01:33.73] Move over\n[01:34.45] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[01:40.64] Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n[01:45.60] Hmm, uh\n[01:48.16] Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power\n[01:49.57] It ain't Santa Claus\n[01:50.81] Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\n[01:52.08] I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\n[01:53.95] Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\n[01:56.01] But it ain't workin', my\n[01:57.73] Circle on fire like a circus now\n[01:58.81] Around the same niggas I been around, so\n[02:00.47] Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\n[02:02.39] Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\n[02:04.19] It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\n[02:05.79] Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\n[02:07.42] Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\n[02:09.03] Opinion on advance when you walk past\n[02:10.68] (On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\n[02:13.45] Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\n[02:16.54] I'm a real soulful nigga\n[02:18.60] Collared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:20.39] Ferguson days on Castro\n[02:22.02] Wasn't no cash flow\n[02:23.58] But I'm good for the always, I don't got the shows\n[02:25.05] I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your shone, shone, shone\n[02:28.72] Bloody Sacrifices\n[02:32.01] Yeah, ayy\n[02:33.52] Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash and take\n[02:36.29] They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday\n[02:39.48] You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake\n[02:42.75] You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate\n[02:45.94] Today's shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin' like pump fake\n[02:49.91] I don't need nothing but one take\n[02:51.75] I'm from the part of the city where young\n[02:53.20] Nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight\n[02:55.18] Our politician a fuckface\n[02:56.76] Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n[02:58.08] We do it like a small town wager\n[02:59.74] How I'm the dropout major\n[03:01.68] Success stories, I favor\n[03:03.02] Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n[03:05.95] Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n[03:07.96] Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n[03:09.51] You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n[03:12.25] I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n[03:15.05] All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n[03:18.93] I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n[03:21.28] Rather than waste the amount of bars\n[03:23.34] It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n[03:25.39] Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n[03:29.12] Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n[03:32.44] I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n[03:35.28] I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page\n[03:40.75] 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Who there?\n  Do what? Wake up\n  The hell, happened\n  We want, hands up\n  Pay you, dare you\n  Motherfuck, motherfuck\n  Sister fucked, granny fucked\n  System, get some\n\n  Yeah, you, day two\n  Yeah, you, you, you\n  You a van, through the van\n  Stripper, good Lord\n  Top chi, not me\n  Boy, please, whatever\n  You next, to death\n  To go, ooh, oh\n  Who's that? 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Wake up\nThe hell, happened\nWe want, hands up\nPay you, dare you\nMotherfuck, motherfuck\nSister fucked, granny fucked\nSystem, get some\n\nYeah, you, day two\nYeah, you, you, you\nYou a van, through the van\nStripper, good Lord\nTop chi, not me\nBoy, please, whatever\nYou next, to death\nTo go, ooh, oh\nWho's that? Ring ring\nYour number, bang bang\nCallin' up, talk it up\nMove over\n\nI make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\nCutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\nHmm, uh\n\nShit lookin' all red from the North with the power\nIt ain't Santa Claus\nBrought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\nI can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\nBeen gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\nBut it ain't workin', my\nCircle on fire like a circus now\nAround the same niggas I been around, so\nOf course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\nReggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\nIt's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\nLet the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\nOf course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\nOpinion on advance when you walk past\n(On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\n\nNiggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\nI'm a real soulful nigga\nCollared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah)\nFerguson days on Castro\nWasn't no 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something crazy, they won't interject\n[04:32.58] Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n[04:34.45] Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n[04:35.89] I be havin' to check myself\n[04:37.34] Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n[04:39.19] I be havin' to spread my wealth\n[04:40.47] I used to be at the crib myself\n[04:41.98] 7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n[04:43.58] Where they bag up the raw\n[04:44.30] They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n[04:45.74] And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n[04:47.68] Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n[04:49.86] And I ran into you like I met you before\n[04:51.76] Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n[04:53.71] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n[04:57.14] I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n[05:00.12] She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n[05:03.47] She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.61] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.26] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.38] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.63] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.39] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:23.05] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:29.46] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:36.21] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.58] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:48.19] \n[05:51.37] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:01.68] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices\n  artist: Dreamville & J. 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She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.68] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.26] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.32] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.61] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.32] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:21.05] \n[05:23.09] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:29.47] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.91] \n[05:36.25] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.54] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.49] \n[05:51.31] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:02.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices (with EARTHGANG\n  artist: Dreamville\n  album: Revenge Of The Dreamers III\n  duration_ms: 382000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 17440\n  end_ms: 18540\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  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one plus eight\n[02:55.16] Our politician a fuckface\n[02:56.78] Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n[02:58.09] We do it like a small town wager\n[02:59.77] How I'm the dropout major\n[03:01.60] Success stories, I favor\n[03:03.03] Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n[03:05.91] Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n[03:07.91] Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n[03:09.58] You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n[03:12.20] I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n[03:15.05] All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n[03:18.95] I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n[03:21.25] Rather than waste the amount of bars\n[03:23.35] It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n[03:25.38] Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n[03:29.12] Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n[03:32.42] I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n[03:35.23] I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page\n[03:38.54] \n[03:40.78] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[03:49.03] \n[04:01.13] You can't be everything to everybody\n[04:03.50] I wanna be your lover, your best friend\n[04:05.22] Your Batman, Spiderman\n[04:06.23] Fight to polish who and now your rival's in\n[04:08.08] I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up\n[04:09.87] I wanna be the one that feel you up\n[04:11.25] On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up\n[04:12.69] I wanna be the one to build you up\n[04:14.03] A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah\n[04:16.08] And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder\n[04:18.16] Pull you under\n[04:18.95] Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble\n[04:20.64] We done moved out to the boondocks\n[04:22.35] Built a big house, there he wonders\n[04:24.04] How somewhere along the way\n[04:25.30] He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler\n[04:27.46] I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant\n[04:29.47] When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you\n[04:31.01] Say something crazy, they won't interject\n[04:32.58] Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n[04:34.45] Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n[04:35.81] I be havin' to check myself\n[04:37.33] Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n[04:39.11] I be havin' to spread my wealth\n[04:40.47] I used to be at the crib myself\n[04:41.99] 7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n[04:43.59] Where they bag up the raw\n[04:44.39] They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n[04:45.73] And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n[04:47.64] Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n[04:49.88] And I ran into you like I met you before\n[04:51.75] Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n[04:53.74] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n[04:57.10] I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n[05:00.19] She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n[05:03.42] She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.68] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.26] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.32] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.61] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.32] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:21.05] \n[05:23.09] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:29.47] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.91] \n[05:36.25] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.54] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.49] \n[05:51.31] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:02.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices\n  artist: Dreamville, Earthgang, J. 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us\n[00:40.76] Playing no games, no dress-up\n[00:42.09] I got an idea\n[00:43.79] 'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg ain't right here\n[00:46.27] Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah\n[00:49.61] Let the AK spray straight before I'm finished, yeah\n[00:53.13] As a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah\n[00:56.72] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[01:03.21] Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n[01:08.16] \n[01:10.39] Maybe that's what life is\n[01:14.31] Ayy, man, caveman\n[01:15.75] Two drink, cave in\n[01:16.85] Two blunt, ease up\n[01:17.96] Booyah, leaves up\n[01:18.16] Who care? Who there?\n[01:18.78] Do what? Wake up\n[01:19.82] The hell, happened\n[01:20.92] We want, hands up\n[01:21.64] Pay you, dare you\n[01:22.28] Motherfuck, motherfuck\n[01:22.83] Sister fucked, granny fucked\n[01:23.80] System, get some\n[01:24.92] Yeah, you, day two\n[01:25.84] Yeah, you, you, you\n[01:26.59] You a van, through the van\n[01:27.67] Stripper, good Lord\n[01:28.25] Top chi, not me\n[01:28.89] Boy, please, whatever\n[01:29.54] You next, to death\n[01:30.97] To go, ooh, oh\n[01:31.46] Who's that? Ring ring\n[01:32.05] Your number, bang bang\n[01:32.84] Callin' up, talk it up\n[01:33.55] Move over\n[01:34.34] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[01:37.07] \n[01:40.91] Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n[01:43.31] \n[01:46.67] Hmm, uh\n[01:47.67] Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power\n[01:49.62] It ain't Santa Claus\n[01:51.29] Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\n[01:52.26] I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\n[01:53.91] Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\n[01:56.34] But it ain't workin', my\n[01:57.71] Circle on fire like a circus now\n[01:58.88] Around the same niggas I been around, so\n[02:01.10] Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\n[02:03.79] Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\n[02:04.49] It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\n[02:06.22] Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\n[02:07.24] Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\n[02:09.99] Opinion on advance when you walk past\n[02:10.85] (On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\n[02:14.55] Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\n[02:17.30] I'm a real soulful nigga\n[02:19.19] Collared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah)\n[02:20.62] Ferguson days on Castro\n[02:22.49] Wasn't no cash flow\n[02:23.86] But I'm good for the always, I don't got the shows\n[02:25.13] I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your shone, shone, shone\n[02:29.61] Bloody Sacrifices\n[02:31.72] Yeah, ayy\n[02:33.99] Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash and take\n[02:35.88] They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday\n[02:39.55] You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake\n[02:43.24] You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate\n[02:45.82] Today's shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin' like pump fake\n[02:48.24] \n[02:50.75] I don't need nothing but one take\n[02:51.90] I'm from the part of the city where young\n[02:54.08] Nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight\n[02:55.36] Our politician a fuckface\n[02:56.98] Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n[02:58.64] We do it like a small town wager\n[03:00.29] How I'm the dropout major\n[03:01.92] Success stories, I favor\n[03:03.25] Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n[03:06.76] Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n[03:08.12] Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n[03:09.66] You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n[03:12.75] I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n[03:16.33] All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n[03:19.68] I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n[03:21.94] Rather than waste the amount of bars\n[03:23.09] It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n[03:26.32] Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n[03:29.84] Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n[03:32.28] I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n[03:36.05] I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page\n[03:40.73] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[03:48.98] \n[04:01.14] You can't be everything to everybody\n[04:03.38] I wanna be your lover, your best friend\n[04:05.25] Your Batman, Spiderman\n[04:06.55] Fight to polish who and now your rival's in\n[04:07.97] I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up\n[04:10.22] I wanna be the one that feel you up\n[04:11.12] On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up\n[04:13.12] I wanna be the one to build you up\n[04:14.24] A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah\n[04:16.36] And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder\n[04:18.63] Pull you under\n[04:19.13] Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble\n[04:21.23] We done moved out to the boondocks\n[04:22.71] Built a big house, there he wonders\n[04:24.58] How somewhere along the way\n[04:25.72] He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler\n[04:27.54] I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant\n[04:29.44] When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you\n[04:30.89] Say something crazy, they won't interject\n[04:32.76] Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n[04:34.60] Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n[04:35.75] I be havin' to check myself\n[04:37.60] Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n[04:39.27] I be havin' to spread my wealth\n[04:40.29] I used to be at the crib myself\n[04:42.49] 7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n[04:43.81] Where they bag up the raw\n[04:44.64] They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n[04:45.77] And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n[04:48.17] Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n[04:50.66] And I ran into you like I met you before\n[04:51.22] Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n[04:53.95] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n[04:57.23] I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n[04:59.68] She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n[05:03.62] She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.25] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.28] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.73] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.30] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.45] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:22.96] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:28.92] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.36] \n[05:36.58] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.27] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.22] \n[05:51.99] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:03.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices (feat. 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Ring ring\nYour number, bang bang\nCallin' up, talk it up\nMove over\n\nI make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\nCutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\nHmm, uh\n\nShit lookin' all red from the North with the power\nIt ain't Santa Claus\nBrought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\nI can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\nBeen gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\nBut it ain't workin', my\nCircle on fire like a circus now\nAround the same niggas I been around, so\nOf course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\nReggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\nIt's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\nLet the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\nOf course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\nOpinion on advance when you walk past\n(On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\n\nNiggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\nI'm a real soulful nigga\nCollared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah)\nFerguson days on Castro\nWasn't no 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don't wanna correct you\n[04:31.01] Say something crazy, they won't interject\n[04:32.58] Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n[04:34.45] Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n[04:35.81] I be havin' to check myself\n[04:37.33] Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n[04:39.11] I be havin' to spread my wealth\n[04:40.47] I used to be at the crib myself\n[04:41.99] 7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n[04:43.59] Where they bag up the raw\n[04:44.39] They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n[04:45.73] And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n[04:47.64] Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n[04:49.88] And I ran into you like I met you before\n[04:51.75] Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n[04:53.74] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n[04:57.10] I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n[05:00.19] She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n[05:03.42] She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.68] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.26] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.32] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.61] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.32] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:21.05] \n[05:23.09] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:29.47] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.91] \n[05:36.25] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.54] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.49] \n[05:51.31] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:02.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices (feat. 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Ring ring\nYour number, bang bang\nCallin' up, talk it up\nMove over\n\nI make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\nCutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\nHmm, uh\n\nShit lookin' all red from the North with the power\nIt ain't Santa Claus\nBrought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\nI can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\nBeen gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\nBut it ain't workin', my\nCircle on fire like a circus now\nAround the same niggas I been around, so\nOf course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\nReggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\nIt's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\nLet the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\nOf course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\nOpinion on advance when you walk past\n(On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\n\nNiggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\nI'm a real soulful nigga\nCollared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah)\nFerguson days on Castro\nWasn't no 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Who there?\n[01:18.78] Do what? Wake up\n[01:19.82] The hell, happened\n[01:20.92] We want, hands up\n[01:21.64] Pay you, dare you\n[01:22.28] Motherfuck, motherfuck\n[01:22.83] Sister fucked, granny fucked\n[01:23.80] System, get some\n[01:24.92] Yeah, you, day two\n[01:25.84] Yeah, you, you, you\n[01:26.59] You a van, through the van\n[01:27.67] Stripper, good Lord\n[01:28.25] Top chi, not me\n[01:28.89] Boy, please, whatever\n[01:29.54] You next, to death\n[01:30.97] To go, ooh, oh\n[01:31.46] Who's that? Ring ring\n[01:32.05] Your number, bang bang\n[01:32.84] Callin' up, talk it up\n[01:33.55] Move over\n[01:34.34] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[01:37.07] \n[01:40.91] Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n[01:43.31] \n[01:46.67] Hmm, uh\n[01:47.67] Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power\n[01:49.62] It ain't Santa Claus\n[01:51.29] Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\n[01:52.26] I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\n[01:53.91] Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\n[01:56.34] But it ain't workin', my\n[01:57.71] Circle on fire like a circus now\n[01:58.88] Around the same niggas I been around, so\n[02:01.10] Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\n[02:03.79] Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\n[02:04.49] It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\n[02:06.22] Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\n[02:07.24] Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\n[02:09.99] Opinion on advance when 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a nine like one plus eight\n[02:55.36] Our politician a fuckface\n[02:56.98] Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n[02:58.64] We do it like a small town wager\n[03:00.29] How I'm the dropout major\n[03:01.92] Success stories, I favor\n[03:03.25] Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n[03:06.76] Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n[03:08.12] Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n[03:09.66] You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n[03:12.75] I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n[03:16.33] All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n[03:19.68] I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n[03:21.94] Rather than waste the amount of bars\n[03:23.09] It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n[03:26.32] Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n[03:29.84] Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n[03:32.28] I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n[03:36.05] I lay the law down like parliament, 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She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n[05:06.25] Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n[05:10.28] She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n[05:13.73] She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n[05:16.30] I'm crying while writing these words\n[05:18.45] The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n[05:22.96] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:28.92] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:33.36] \n[05:36.58] And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n[05:42.27] If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n[05:46.22] \n[05:51.99] I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n[06:03.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sacrifices (feat. 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212280\n  end_ms: 216050\n- text: I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page\n  start_ms: 216050\n  end_ms: 220730\n- text: I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n  start_ms: 220730\n  end_ms: 228980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 228980\n  end_ms: 241140\n- text: You can't be everything to everybody\n  start_ms: 241140\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: I wanna be your lover, your best friend\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 245250\n- text: Your Batman, Spiderman\n  start_ms: 245250\n  end_ms: 246550\n- text: Fight to polish who and now your rival's in\n  start_ms: 246550\n  end_ms: 247970\n- text: I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up\n  start_ms: 247970\n  end_ms: 250220\n- text: I wanna be the one that feel you up\n  start_ms: 250220\n  end_ms: 251120\n- text: On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up\n  start_ms: 251120\n  end_ms: 253120\n- text: I wanna be the one to build you up\n  start_ms: 253120\n  end_ms: 254240\n- text: A wall worth five 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272760\n  end_ms: 274600\n- text: Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n  start_ms: 274600\n  end_ms: 275750\n- text: I be havin' to check myself\n  start_ms: 275750\n  end_ms: 277600\n- text: Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n  start_ms: 277600\n  end_ms: 279270\n- text: I be havin' to spread my wealth\n  start_ms: 279270\n  end_ms: 280290\n- text: I used to be at the crib myself\n  start_ms: 280290\n  end_ms: 282490\n- text: 7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n  start_ms: 282490\n  end_ms: 283810\n- text: Where they bag up the raw\n  start_ms: 283810\n  end_ms: 284640\n- text: They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n  start_ms: 284640\n  end_ms: 285770\n- text: And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n  start_ms: 285770\n  end_ms: 288170\n- text: Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n  start_ms: 288170\n  end_ms: 290660\n- text: And I ran into you like I met you before\n  start_ms: 290660\n  end_ms: 291220\n- text: Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n  start_ms: 291220\n  end_ms: 293950\n- text: Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n  start_ms: 293950\n  end_ms: 297230\n- text: I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n  start_ms: 297230\n  end_ms: 299680\n- text: She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n  start_ms: 299680\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306250\n- text: Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n  start_ms: 306250\n  end_ms: 310280\n- text: She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n  start_ms: 310280\n  end_ms: 313730\n- text: She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n  start_ms: 313730\n  end_ms: 316300\n- text: I'm crying while writing these words\n  start_ms: 316300\n  end_ms: 318450\n- text: The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n  start_ms: 318450\n  end_ms: 322960\n- text: And 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I got an idea\n  'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg ain't right here\n  Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah\n  Let the AK spray straight before I'm finished, yeah\n  As a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah\n\n  I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n  Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n  Maybe that's what life is\n\n  Ayy, man, caveman\n  Two drink, cave in\n  Two blunt, ease up\n  Booyah, leaves up\n  Who care? Who there?\n  Do what? Wake up\n  The hell, happened\n  We want, hands up\n  Pay you, dare you\n  Motherfuck, motherfuck\n  Sister fucked, granny fucked\n  System, get some\n\n  Yeah, you, day two\n  Yeah, you, you, you\n  You a van, through the van\n  Stripper, good Lord\n  Top chi, not me\n  Boy, please, whatever\n  You next, to death\n  To go, ooh, oh\n  Who's that? Ring ring\n  Your number, bang bang\n  Callin' up, talk it up\n  Move over\n\n  I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n  Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose\n  Hmm, uh\n\n  Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power\n  It ain't Santa Claus\n  Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus\n  I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I\n  Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low\n  But it ain't workin', my\n  Circle on fire like a circus now\n  Around the same niggas I been around, so\n  Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)\n  Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)\n  It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)\n  Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'\n  Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)\n  Opinion on advance when you walk past\n  (On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)\n\n  Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers\n  I'm a real soulful nigga\n  Collared greens inside your sneakers (Yeah, yeah)\n  Ferguson days on Castro\n  Wasn't no cash flow\n  But I'm good for the always, I don't got the shows\n  I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your shone, shone, shone\n\n  Bloody Sacrifices\n\n  Yeah, ayy\n  Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash and take\n  They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday\n  You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake\n  You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate\n  Today's shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin' like pump fake\n  I don't need nothing but one take\n  I'm from the part of the city where young\n  Nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight\n  Our politician a fuckface\n  Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta\n  We do it like a small town wager\n  How I'm the dropout major\n  Success stories, I favor\n\n  Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader\n  Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders\n  Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum\n  You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'\n  I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate\n  All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days\n\n  I thought I'd call 'em out altogether\n  Rather than waste the amount of bars\n  It'll take for me to call 'em out by name\n  Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you\n  Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape\n  I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama\n  I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page\n\n  I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n\n  You can't be everything to everybody\n  I wanna be your lover, your best friend\n  Your Batman, Spiderman\n  Fight to polish who and now your rival's in\n  I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up\n  I wanna be the one that feel you up\n  On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up\n  I wanna be the one to build you up\n  A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah\n  And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder\n\n  Pull you under\n  Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble\n  We done moved out to the boondocks\n  Built a big house, there he wonders\n  How somewhere along the way\n  He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler\n  I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant\n  When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you\n  Say something crazy, they won't interject\n  Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you\n  Dangerous when it's nobody to check you\n  I be havin' to check myself\n  Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty\n  I be havin' to spread my wealth\n\n  I used to be at the crib myself\n  7 years old, off of Red Boulevard\n  Where they bag up the raw\n  They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls\n  And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws\n  Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star\n  And I ran into you like I met you before\n  Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing\n\n  Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day\n  I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay\n  She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day\n  She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A\n  Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay\n  She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way\n  She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay\n  I'm crying while writing these words\n  The tears, they feel good on my face, hey\n\n  And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n  If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n  And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah\n  If I don't love you how I'm supposed to\n\n  I make Sacrifices, bloody Sacrifices\n"}]