Sacrifice (Feat. Clemm Rishad)

I was grinding in the dark, pain turned me to a shark / Smell blood, then it's Thanksgiving / Hustle hard, sacrifice / You'll get time to sleep in your afterlife / This thing of our's, you pay the price / Risking every day for them better nights

Shout out to Esso, he taught me how to cook it / This ain't no shit that you learn from outta no booklet / Wise men gave me advice, and I took it / But y'all not trying to be rich, y'all trying to look it / Clean clothes and good cooking / That's all I need, but they heart full of greed, so ain't no sense in looking / I fell in love with this bitch from Brooklyn / She played, and it made my heart colder than central booking / I hide my pain with weed and whiskey / I'm legit, but can't stop thinking about my illegal history / It's hard escaping the evil city / Don't wanna make it if I end up taking the wrong people with me

Hustle hard, sacrifice / You'll get time to sleep in your afterlife / This thing of our's, you pay the price / Risking every day for them better nights

I was 20 years-old and stable / And I got it from trap houses with stolen cable / That's the reason why I own the label / Not to mention all the cash that I passed out at the closing table / Changed my approach, chose an angle / We all had different routes to take, some roads is fatal / Hoes unfaithful, so unstable / Instead of catching up, they'd rather come to your shows and throw tomatoes / Told the streets, I'mma leave officially / Don't care if I'm broke, I'm going somewhere, can't let my ego trip me / Hard escaping the evil city / Don't wanna make it if I end up taking the wrong people with me

Hustle hard, sacrifice / You'll get time to sleep in your afterlife / This thing of our's, you pay the price / Risking every day for them better nights...better nights

Mama's sons had them thorns on 'em / Sacrifices was the norm for 'em / Fighting demons like I'm George Foreman / Rap music or that church organ / Chose rap and now my trail blazing like I'm from Oregon / Pen scorching every recording / Delivery important like it's imported / Crowns on me like a Basquiat / They all tried to stop me but they could've been a part / Grinding in the dark, now I'm shining when I park / Enjoying life's keys, but my car push to start