J. Cole - Sacrifices Lyrics (2024)

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Jermaine Lamar Cole (born January 28, 1985), better known by his stage name J. Cole, is a German-born American hip hop recording artist and record producer from Fayetteville, North Carolina. In 2009, he became the first artist to sign to Jay-Z's Roc Nation label. His long-awaited debut album titled Cole World: The Sideline Story was released on September 27, 2011. The album debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, Top R&B Albums and Top Rap Albums chart, selling more than 217,000 in its first week sales. He received a nomination for Best New Artist at the 54th Grammy Awards. more »


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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahThat nigg* back from the deadI don't know, I don't know, I don't knownigg* almost lost his head, yeahGotta run, gotta fly, gotta floatChannels on top of the dresserBaby, you down, need to bless upGotta watch how you address usPlaying no games, no dress-upI got an idea'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg ain't right hereCaption me as world nominated before I miss, yeahLet the AK spray straight before I'm finished, yeahAs a monologue, talking to the fog, f*ck a ho and miss, yeahI make sacrifices, bloody sacrificesCutthroat, grab his toe, I supposeMaybe that's what life isAy, man, cavemanTwo drink, cave inTwo blunt, ease upBooyah, leaves upWho care? Who there?Do what? Wake upThe hell, happenedWe want, hands upPay you, dare youMotherf*ck, motherf*ckSister f*cked, granny f*ckedSystem, get someYeah, you, day twoYeah, you, you, youYou a van, through the vanStripper, good LordTop chi, not meBoy, please, whateverYou next, to deathTo go, ooh, ohWho's that? Ring ringYour number, bang bangCallin' up, talk it up, move overI make sacrifices, bloody sacrificesCutthroat, grab his toe, I supposesh*t lookin' all red from the North with the powerIt ain't Santa ClausBrought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta ClausI can smell you puss* with the panties off, IBeen gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this sh*t lowBut it ain't workin', myCircle on fire like a circus nowAround the same nigg*s I been around, soOf course I (Of course I), endorse my (endorse my)Reggie lil' nigg* 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 (of course I), I divorce my (divorce my)Opinion on advance when you walk past(On bro, that sh*t groovy, I made it)nigg*s pull strings like a guitarGuitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakersI'm a real soulful nigg*Collared greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)Ferguson days on CastroWasn't no cash flowBut I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl'sI'm good for your whor*, let me snatch your soul, soul, soulBloody sacrificesYeah, ay, look at what a motherf*cker do for the cash intakeThey'll be right across your head like it's Ash WednesdayYou got to just get off your ass like your ass is fakeYou can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relateToday's sh*t, I'm Asic, I run sh*t, I got it jumpin' like pump fakeI don't need nothing but one takeI'm from the part of the city Where young nigg* keep him a nine like one plus eightOur politician a f*ckfaceCorrupt like a Dogg Pound GangstaWe do it like a small town wagerHow I'm the dropout majorSuccess stories, I favorUsed to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The FaderYeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the fadersTail picks, as-salamu alaykumYou ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternateAll of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some daysI thought I'd call 'em out altogetherRather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by nameCaught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to youVia the studio, got 'em studying our mixtapeI'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mamaI lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and pageI make sacrifices, bloody sacrificesYou can't be everything to everybodyI wanna be your lover, your best friendYour Batman, SpidermanFight to polish who and now your rival's inI wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you upI wanna be the one that feel you upOn nights when you need good dick to cheer you upI wanna be the one to build you upA wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rahAnd the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunderPull you underToss my hopes out, Royal RumbleWe done moved out to the BoondocksBuilt a big house, there he wondersHow somewhere along the wayHe went from Huey to Eddie WunclerI been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorantWhen you rich, nigg*s don't wanna correct youSay something crazy, they won't interjectDo every drug that you want, they gon' let youDangerous when it's nobody to check youI be havin' to check myselfnigg*, stop holding that money, you know you got plentyI be havin' to spread my wealthI used to be at the crib myselfSeven years old, off of Bragg BoulevardWhere they bag up the rawThey gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they ballsAnd they ran when the cops come, there go the lawsThen I packed up a bag and I trapped it up North on the path of a starAnd I ran into you like I met you beforeNow damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, singHuggin' the block, huggin' the block all dayI had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stayShe gave me her heart to hold, I still got that sh*t to this dayShe ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the AHuggin' the block, huggin' the block, okayShe gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the wayShe gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repayI'm crying while writing these wordsThe tears, they feel good on my face, heyAnd yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeahIf I don't love you, how I'm supposed to?And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeahIf I don't love you, how I'm supposed to?I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

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