Fabolous - Sacrifices lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you know the crazy thing is They gon' talk about you when you ain't got sh** But then they gon' talk about you when you got sh** And see they gon' talk even when they don't know What you had to do or what you go through Sacrifices [Verse 1] Seeing your family scrambling, that sanity damaging Gotta, make a move can't just stand and be mannequin Have a man who be managing, randomly standing in places he shouldn't Trying to move that Pamela Anderson under Stand and beat hammers and grandma keep paneling Cause them n***as from the other side of fence be vanishing New day, new funeral, my grandma be panicking But I gotta eat, she just handing me sandwiches And an appetite like mine, got me scamming and scandeling Riding shotty with my homie, but I plan to be phantom and Bumping something I can feel, fam, I need sampling Not no Bieber on the hook, I need Anthony Hamilton I got molly, I got white, I be Hannah Montana and Like a Migo it's illegal, but it's grams in my hand again So it probably ain't right, but this the land of the scandalous Til your own friend a snake you probably can't understand it then When you go you're just gone, all we missing is payments Dr. King fought for my freedom that I risked just to pay rent Ain't no love for these streets, ain't no kissing the pavement Yeah, I'm sick and tired of sh**, but they insist on being patient But for what? To wait on that eviction note? I wake up to some real sh**, them dreams I have is fictional Unless I go and get it, don't stop, get it, get it 2 Live Crew money and the Luke dancers with it [Hook] Jesus died on that cross, that's a sacrifice n***as dying for their cross, that's a sacrifice Rosa Parks took a charge, that's a sacrifice If shorty 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 You gotta do what you gotta do, baby [Verse 2] 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 Prada blue Now mommy sick of daddy and baby got a flu And what's crazy about it too Is all she sees is lies when she look him in his eyes And her baby got them too Pay a little child support, but what's so shady about him too Is in the club he pop Rozay, but won't bring baby bottles through I know things fell part, I ain't saying we gotta blew But if you walking around in Prada, buy your baby Prada too Telling hoes "yes", we can't get a "maybe" outta you sh** is f**ed up, and I don't think the baby gotta poo What's a lady gotta do? Bend over for dollar tips? Cause ain't nobody giving young, single mothers scholarships Mama just got diagnosed, breast cancer So when they ask what she's gonna do, her best answer Is "I don't know, gotta do what I gotta do" And I don't know about your bills, but the ones I got are due People always wanna try and tell you what you gotta do But there's a difference in what those who don't and those who gotta do It's called sacrifices, hate to see my man gone Bail was like a pop fly just to bring my man home Can't just leave him out there Gotta believe in yourself even when there's doubt there, yeah [Hook]