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Sacrifices, Pt. 1 Video (MV)




Performed By: LJ Hunter
Length: 3:46
Written by: Rajiv Singh




LJ Hunter - Sacrifices, Pt. 1 Lyrics




I wanna be one of the greatest to ever do it
I wanna be a legend

This is my world, So I roll the dice
Wanna live the life, Gotta' Sacrifice
I'm just living life, I won't live it twice
Gotta' Sacrifice, Gotta' Pay the price

For my mama sacrifice, BreadHouse sacrifice
BreadHouse squad (ay)
BreadHouse squad (ay)
BreadHouse squad (ay)
BreadHouse squad (ay)
For my momma I'm gon' sacrifice, sacrifice

Trapped inside my f*cking mind
Undecided, Undefined
Out of pocket, Out of line
Ball like Houston Rockets
I was nine, I had ceilings full of mold
I was cold every struggle took a toll
I don't ever fold

I think I could be president (f*ck trump)
You think I could be president? (f*ck trump)

(Hey) Need the Rollie, Presidential
(Hey) Pushin' 40, Residential
(Hey) Pushin' 20, Bitch I'm grown
(Hey) Live my life on the edge

Rated R rockstar

I'm the one and they know it
I'm the one and I'll show it

You have to sacrifice
Just don't give your life
You have to Sacrifice
So you don't live like strife
You have to sacrifice
Just don't sell your soul
For all that f*cking gold
A lot of your homies is cold

These niggas don't wanna see you win
They don't wanna see you eat
These niggas don't wanna see you fly
They don't wanna see you breathe
They don't wanna see you feed your kids
They don't wanna see you neat
You wanna accept defeat?
They gon' laugh at your feet
But f*ck that I'm a G
And f*ck he, who is you?
Tell me that I'm me
To tell me that I'm G
You get put on my nigga you better be ready for all of that shit
Or be with all of the shits, Or end up in a ditch
These streets don't love nobody
These streets is a dirty bitch
Get thirty clips
My nigga died before 36
Life expectancy is like 26
Niggas dying like 21
Gotta' pack a gun
In these streets ain't too much fun
Be about your son
Or be about your funds

Sacrifice for what you want
Sacrifice for what you need
You got to sacrifice, go and get it
You got to sacrifice, like it's your last
(Oh) Sacrifice, Sacrifice
(Oh) Sacrifice, Sacrifice
(Oh) Sacrifice, Sacrifice
(Oh) Sacrifice, Sacrifice
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I wanna be one of the greatest to ever do it
I wanna be a legend

This is my world, So I roll the dice
Wanna live the life, Gotta' Sacrifice
I'm just living life, I won't live it twice
Gotta' Sacrifice, Gotta' Pay the price

For my mama sacrifice, BreadHouse sacrifice
BreadHouse squad (ay)
BreadHouse squad (ay)
BreadHouse squad (ay)
BreadHouse squad (ay)
For my momma I'm gon' sacrifice, sacrifice

Trapped inside my f*cking mind
Undecided, Undefined
Out of pocket, Out of line
Ball like Houston Rockets
I was nine, I had ceilings full of mold
I was cold every struggle took a toll
I don't ever fold

I think I could be president (f*ck trump)
You think I could be president? (f*ck trump)

(Hey) Need the Rollie, Presidential
(Hey) Pushin' 40, Residential
(Hey) Pushin' 20, Bitch I'm grown
(Hey) Live my life on the edge

Rated R rockstar

I'm the one and they know it
I'm the one and I'll show it

You have to sacrifice
Just don't give your life
You have to Sacrifice
So you don't live like strife
You have to sacrifice
Just don't sell your soul
For all that f*cking gold
A lot of your homies is cold

These niggas don't wanna see you win
They don't wanna see you eat
These niggas don't wanna see you fly
They don't wanna see you breathe
They don't wanna see you feed your kids
They don't wanna see you neat
You wanna accept defeat?
They gon' laugh at your feet
But f*ck that I'm a G
And f*ck he, who is you?
Tell me that I'm me
To tell me that I'm G
You get put on my nigga you better be ready for all of that shit
Or be with all of the shits, Or end up in a ditch
These streets don't love nobody
These streets is a dirty bitch
Get thirty clips
My nigga died before 36
Life expectancy is like 26
Niggas dying like 21
Gotta' pack a gun
In these streets ain't too much fun
Be about your son
Or be about your funds

Sacrifice for what you want
Sacrifice for what you need
You got to sacrifice, go and get it
You got to sacrifice, like it's your last
(Oh) Sacrifice, Sacrifice
(Oh) Sacrifice, Sacrifice
(Oh) Sacrifice, Sacrifice
(Oh) Sacrifice, Sacrifice
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Writer: Rajiv Singh
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