Songtext zu 'Sacrifices' von Fabolous

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