Drake

Drake - Sacrifices lyrics

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Wrote this shit, January 21

Baby girl, I had to run, I be back a couple months

Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21

They could see me online but they won't see me on the ones

I got Dubai plates in the California state

I got her waitin' at my place, I got no baby on the way

I'm talkin' Baby like Stunna, I'm talkin' Baby like Face

Lost millions in the past, I'm talkin' maybe like 8

Couple niggas run the city, wishin' on a star could maybe like Drake

Sorry no, not today, you gotta find your own way

Big dog from the 6, I'm talkin' Dogg like Nate

My shit be roll out the gate, I don't need another take

40 got house on the lake, I ain't know we had a lake

She complainin' how I'm late, I ain't know it was a date

Niggas see me in person, first thing they say is, "I know you need a break"

Hell naw, I feel great, ready now, why wait?

Like a kiss from a rose, I could be the one to seal your whole fate

So be careful what you think, think about what you gon' say

Gotta deal with people straight, I got my 23s laced

It's a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race, yeah



And I'm convinced

I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since

We seein' so many blessin's, this shit don't make no sense

Someone watchin' over us, so shot goes out to him

Yeah, I'm convinced

I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since

Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense

Someone watchin' over us, so shot goes out to



2 Chainz, I'm a real one

Few shows, that's a mil run

When she bust it down, I said thanks for givin' to me like a pilgrim

Cold world, I be chillin'

Elon Musk on the children

Used to trap out the Hilton

Got wood on the Cartiers, that's a face full of splinters

Count a bankroll for dinner

This the wrong place to enter

Throwin' sigs, yeah, for breakfast

All kinda women text us

Met her at the Super Bowl, told her I stayed down the street from Texas

A-Town, I stay down

Yeah, it's all in the Ritz

This one here out the fence

Trap jumpin' like the Carter

[?] jumpin' like Vince

Moved on from election

Introduced her to the plug, can't believe they tried to take the connection

Ooh, girl, you a blessin'

Fine ass, be finessin'

Yeah, I love my fans but I don't wanna take pictures in the restroom

Dreads god with the 6 god

Point guard and the 2 guard

Pretty girls like trap music so I woke up with my wood hard
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