Dreamville - Sacrifices ft. EARTHGANG, J. Cole, Smino & Saba (Official Music Video)

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  • Jacob Allen
    Jacob Allen  18 minutes back

    Saba is FLOWING

    • Jacob Polo
      Jacob Polo  21 minutes back

      set playback speed to 0.75x, you're welcome.

      • MVD4MVP
        MVD4MVP  29 minutes back

        Johnny

        Fucking

        Venus!!

        • TheAfroGamer
          TheAfroGamer  58 minutes back

          I feel this vibe so heavy

          • TheAfroGamer
            TheAfroGamer  58 minutes back

            This is amazing

            • Goosanator Pilot D6IJ51

              Don’t sleep on earth gang that’s all I gotta say 🐐

              • SeanHP101
                SeanHP101  1 hours back

                Fire 🔥

                • Stickbymydrumsticks
                  Stickbymydrumsticks  1 hours back

                  This is the song I'm gonna wake up to now. We cant forget why we make these sacrifices

                  • The World has MORE than you see

                    J cole gone hard bro

                    • josh jackson
                      josh jackson  2 hours back

                      Dreamville, my god y'all Killin it

                      • RIVO HA
                        RIVO HA  2 hours back

                        who is the first singer?

                        • haneef shaheed
                          haneef shaheed  3 hours back

                          Peace. Venus’s ridiculously rhythmic second verse, Smino’s representation of his state via the powerful image on his shirt, Saba being featured on this song in general, and Cole’s candidness and passion,...blissful song 🖤✨.

                          • Surprise Bila98
                            Surprise Bila98  3 hours back

                            "A wall worth 5 billion bucks to keep out the rarrraas & bluh bluz so that nobody can steal your thunder"

                            • Elfmaster
                              Elfmaster  3 hours back

                              This song will never get old. Instant classic. Makes me feel some kinda way..

                              • Let's Sketch
                                Let's Sketch  3 hours back

                                I'm a simple man, I see J Cole, I click

                                • Lil Chris
                                  Lil Chris  4 hours back

                                  We need a Wells Fargo song now

                                  • Vonshaun Cunningham
                                    Vonshaun Cunningham  4 hours back

                                    So Saba flow legendary

                                    • Farda God90
                                      Farda God90  5 hours back

                                      Jcole is the on that Nas ,PAC level for this era ....his energy is RIGHT

                                      • M!ND Forever the Great
                                        M!ND Forever the Great  5 hours back

                                        just take time out your day or night and check this out if you support conscious rap https://youtu.be/JZsOukZeuDQ

                                        • Skhembok Kharbani
                                          Skhembok Kharbani  5 hours back

                                          "I'm crying while writing these words, the tears, they feel good on my face"

                                          • 100s of Kiny
                                            100s of Kiny  6 hours back

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                                            Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
                                            Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

                                            That nigga back from the dead
                                            I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
                                            Nigga almost lost his head, yeah
                                            Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta float
                                            Channels on top of the dresser
                                            Baby, you down, need to bless up
                                            Gotta watch how you address us
                                            Playing no games, no dress-up
                                            I got an idea
                                            'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg ain't right here
                                            Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah
                                            Let the AK spray straight before I'm finished, yeah
                                            As a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah

                                            I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
                                            Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
                                            Maybe that's what life is

                                            Ay, man, caveman
                                            Two drink, cave in
                                            Two blunt, ease up
                                            Booyah, leaves up
                                            Who care? Who there?
                                            Do what? Wake up
                                            The hell, happened
                                            We want, hands up
                                            Pay you, dare you
                                            Motherfuck, motherfuck
                                            Sister fucked, granny fucked
                                            System, get some
                                            Yeah, you, day two
                                            Yeah, you, you, you
                                            You a van, through the van
                                            Stripper, good Lord
                                            Top chi, not me
                                            Boy, please, whatever
                                            You next, to death
                                            To go, ooh, oh
                                            Who's that? Ring ring
                                            Your number, bang bang
                                            Callin' up, talk it up, move over

                                            I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
                                            Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose

                                            Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power
                                            It ain't Santa Claus
                                            Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus
                                            I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I
                                            Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low
                                            But it ain't workin', my
                                            Circle on fire like a circus now
                                            Around the same niggas I been around, so
                                            Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (endorse my)
                                            Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)
                                            It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (poor sight)
                                            Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'
                                            Of course I (of course I), I divorce my (divorce my)
                                            Opinion on advance when you walk past
                                            (On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)
                                            Niggas pull strings like a guitar
                                            Guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers
                                            I'm a real soulful nigga
                                            Collared greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)
                                            Ferguson days on Castro
                                            Wasn't no cash flow
                                            But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's
                                            I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul

                                            Bloody sacrifices

                                            Yeah, ay, look at what a motherfucker do for the cash intake
                                            They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday
                                            You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
                                            You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate
                                            Today's shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin' like pump fake
                                            I don't need nothing but one take
                                            I'm from the part of the city 
                                            Where young nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight
                                            Our politician a fuckface
                                            Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
                                            We do it like a small town wager
                                            How I'm the dropout major
                                            Success stories, I favor
                                            Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader
                                            Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
                                            Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum
                                            You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'
                                            I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate
                                            All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days
                                            I thought I'd call 'em out altogether
                                            Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
                                            Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you
                                            Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape
                                            I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama
                                            I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page

                                            I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

                                            You can't be everything to everybody
                                            I wanna be your lover, your best friend
                                            Your Batman, Spiderman
                                            Fight to polish who and now your rival's in
                                            I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up
                                            I wanna be the one that feel you up
                                            On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up
                                            I wanna be the one to build you up
                                            A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah
                                            And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder
                                            Pull you under
                                            Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble
                                            We done moved out to the Boondocks
                                            Built a big house, there he wonders
                                            How somewhere along the way
                                            He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
                                            I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
                                            When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you
                                            Say something crazy, they won't interject
                                            Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you
                                            Dangerous when it's nobody to check you
                                            I be havin' to check myself
                                            Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty
                                            I be havin' to spread my wealth
                                            I used to be at the crib myself
                                            Seven years old, off of Bragg Boulevard
                                            Where they bag up the raw
                                            They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls
                                            And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws
                                            Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up North on the path of a star
                                            And I ran into you like I met you before
                                            Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing

                                            • Robin Isaacs
                                              Robin Isaacs  6 hours back

                                              https://soundcloud.com/robinisaacs/muffins-n-chill

                                              • Jackson Nautu
                                                Jackson Nautu  6 hours back

                                                Where tf do i buy that jumperr thooo

                                                • Reece The Kid
                                                  Reece The Kid  7 hours back

                                                  Finally y’all getting put on some mainstream Smino and Saba

                                                  • H.A.K47
                                                    H.A.K47  7 hours back

                                                    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3YVqOTfVh4

                                                    • Manas Ajmera
                                                      Manas Ajmera  8 hours back

                                                      LYRICS

                                                      [Intro: Johnny Venus]
                                                      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
                                                      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

                                                      [Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
                                                      That nigga back from the dead
                                                      I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
                                                      Nigga almost lost his head, yeah
                                                      Try to run, try to fly, try to float
                                                      Candles on top of the dresser
                                                      Baby, you down, need to bless up
                                                      Better watch how you address us
                                                      Playing no games, no dress up
                                                      I got an idea
                                                      Lets shoot 'Wild n Out; in my hood, talking right here
                                                      Academy Award nominated performance, yeah
                                                      Let the AK spray straight for four minutes, yeah
                                                      That's a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck an ordinance, yeah

                                                      [Chorus: Johnny Venus]
                                                      I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
                                                      Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
                                                      Maybe that's what life is

                                                      [Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
                                                      Ay, man, caveman
                                                      Two drinks, cave in
                                                      Few blunts, ease up
                                                      Ooh yeah, please up
                                                      Who cares? Who there?
                                                      Do what? Wake up
                                                      The hell, heven
                                                      We want, heads up
                                                      Hey you, yeah you
                                                      Mother fuck, brother fuck
                                                      Sister fuck, family fuck
                                                      System, get some
                                                      Yeah, you, day two
                                                      Yeah, you, you, you
                                                      You a vege, do the dance
                                                      Table get low
                                                      Chopped cheese, knot knees
                                                      Boy, please, whatever
                                                      You next, to death
                                                      To go, ooh, oh
                                                      Who's that? ring ring
                                                      Your number, bling bling
                                                      Callin' up, chalk it up
                                                      Move over

                                                      [Chorus: Johnny Venus]
                                                      I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
                                                      Cutthroat, rabbit's toe, I suppose

                                                      [Verse 3: Smino]
                                                      Shit lookin' all red from the North with the pole
                                                      It ain't Santa Claus
                                                      Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus
                                                      I can smell your pussy with the panties off, I
                                                      Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low
                                                      But it ain't workin', my
                                                      Circle on fire like a circus now
                                                      Around the same niggas I been around, so
                                                      Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (endorse my)
                                                      Rachet ass nigga from the North Side (North Side)
                                                      It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (poor sight)
                                                      Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'
                                                      Of course I (of course I), gotta voice my (voice my)
                                                      Opinion on that ass when you walk past
                                                      (On bro, that shit groovy, ayy)
                                                      Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar
                                                      G string jeans on my sneakers
                                                      I'm a real soulful nigga
                                                      Collared greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)
                                                      Ferguson days on Castro
                                                      Wasn't no cash flow
                                                      But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's
                                                      I'm good for your heart, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul

                                                      [Chorus: Johnny Venus]
                                                      Bloody sacrifices

                                                      [Verse 4: Saba]
                                                      Yeah, ay, 
                                                      Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash intake
                                                      They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday
                                                      You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
                                                      You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate
                                                      To they shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin' like pump fake
                                                      I don't need nothing but one take
                                                      I'm from the part of the city where young nigga keep him a nine 
                                                      like one plus eight
                                                      Our politician a fuckface
                                                      Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
                                                      We duel like a small town wager
                                                      How I'm the dropout major
                                                      Success stories, I favor
                                                      Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader
                                                      Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
                                                      Tell pigs, as-salamu alaykum
                                                      You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even play him
                                                      I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate
                                                      All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days
                                                      I thought I'd call 'em out altogether
                                                      Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
                                                      Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you
                                                      Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape
                                                      I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama
                                                      I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page

                                                      [Chorus: Johnny Venus]
                                                      I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

                                                      [Verse 5: J. Cole]
                                                      You can't be everything to everybody
                                                      I wanna be your lover, your best friend
                                                      Your Batman, Spiderman
                                                      Fighter pilot shooting down your rivals and
                                                      I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up
                                                      I wanna be the one that feel you up
                                                      On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up
                                                      I wanna be the one to build you up
                                                      A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah
                                                      And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder
                                                      Pull you under
                                                      Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble
                                                      We done moved out to the Boondocks
                                                      Built a big house, there he wonders
                                                      How somewhere along the way
                                                      He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
                                                      I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
                                                      When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you
                                                      Say something crazy, they won't interject
                                                      Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you
                                                      Dangerous when it's nobody to check you
                                                      I be havin' to check myself
                                                      Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty
                                                      I be havin' to spread my wealth
                                                      I used to be at the crib myself
                                                      Seven years old, off of Bragg Boulevard
                                                      Where they bag up the raw
                                                      They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls
                                                      And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws
                                                      Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up North on the path of a star
                                                      And I ran into you like I met you before
                                                      Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing

                                                      [Verse 6: J. Cole]
                                                      Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day
                                                      I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay
                                                      She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day
                                                      She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A
                                                      Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay
                                                      She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way
                                                      She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay
                                                      I'm crying while writing these words
                                                      The tears, they feel good on my face, hey

                                                      [Refrain: J.Cole]
                                                      And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
                                                      If I don't love you, how I'm supposed to?
                                                      And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
                                                      If I don't love you, how I'm supposed to

                                                      [Chorus: Johnny Venus]
                                                      I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

                                                      • jetsgame73
                                                        jetsgame73  8 hours back

                                                        Saba had the best verse! He’s not getting the respect for it!!!

                                                        • Patrick Lawless
                                                          Patrick Lawless  9 hours back

                                                          No violence, no cussing. Just hearts pouring into our soul type music. Needs to get back to this.

                                                          • LLcoleJ
                                                            LLcoleJ  9 hours back

                                                            sabas the goat.. looked like a shaolin monk inna monastery with those bars

                                                            • kia Brown
                                                              kia Brown  11 hours back

                                                              🔥🔥

                                                              • EmptyWalletMultimedia
                                                                EmptyWalletMultimedia  12 hours back

                                                                this is abysmal

                                                                • Tommy Hudson
                                                                  Tommy Hudson  13 hours back

                                                                  Jcoles just saved my relationship my family 🙏🏾 rs

                                                                  • Alcxy
                                                                    Alcxy  13 hours back

                                                                    4:53 - 5:50 wow

                                                                    • Smoke hokage
                                                                      Smoke hokage  13 hours back

                                                                      2019 till infinity vibes

                                                                      • lehlogonolo Tseke
                                                                        lehlogonolo Tseke  13 hours back

                                                                        Everybody carried their own weight on this song. Each artist outlines the sacrifices they've had to make to get to where they are.

                                                                        We all make sacrifices, however different. EarthGang's (Johnny's) voice and musicality, Cole's sentiments and Saba's candence. J Cole's verse about his wife is an all time love poem and how deep this truly was for EarthGang.

                                                                        This is such a beautiful contribution to art of all forms. It's been 4 years I just hope Chicago's very own Saba gets the recognition he deserves.

                                                                        • Eynar Rosas
                                                                          Eynar Rosas  14 hours back

                                                                          Make a Ft with flying lotus please!!

                                                                          • Gabriel Delos Santos
                                                                            Gabriel Delos Santos  14 hours back

                                                                            Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
                                                                            Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
                                                                            That nigga back from the dead
                                                                            I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
                                                                            Nigga almost lost his head, yeah
                                                                            Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta float
                                                                            Channels on top of the dresser
                                                                            Baby, you down, need to bless up
                                                                            Gotta watch how you address us
                                                                            Playing no games, no dress-up
                                                                            I got an idea
                                                                            'Less you wildin' out in my hood, dawg ain't right here
                                                                            Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah
                                                                            Let the AK spray straight before I'm finished, yeah
                                                                            As a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah
                                                                            I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
                                                                            Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
                                                                            Maybe that's what life is
                                                                            Ay, man, caveman
                                                                            Two drink, cave in
                                                                            Two blunt, ease up
                                                                            Booyah, leaves up
                                                                            Who care? Who there?
                                                                            Do what? Wake up
                                                                            The hell, happened
                                                                            We want, hands up
                                                                            Pay you, dare you
                                                                            Motherfuck, motherfuck
                                                                            Sister fucked, granny fucked
                                                                            System, get some
                                                                            Yeah, you, day two
                                                                            Yeah, you, you, you
                                                                            You a van, through the van
                                                                            Stripper, good Lord
                                                                            Top chi, not me
                                                                            Boy, please, whatever
                                                                            You next, to death
                                                                            To go, ooh, oh
                                                                            Who's that? Ring ring
                                                                            Your number, bang bang
                                                                            Callin' up, talk it up, move over
                                                                            I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
                                                                            Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
                                                                            Shit lookin' all red from the North with the power
                                                                            It ain't Santa Claus
                                                                            Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus
                                                                            I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I
                                                                            Been gettin' to the bread, tryna keep this shit low
                                                                            But it ain't workin', my
                                                                            Circle on fire like a circus now
                                                                            Around the same niggas I been around, so
                                                                            Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (endorse my)
                                                                            Reggie lil' nigga from the North Side (North Side)
                                                                            It's astigmatism, you got poor sight (poor sight)
                                                                            Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim'
                                                                            Of course I (of course I), I divorce my (divorce my)
                                                                            Opinion on advance when you walk past
                                                                            (On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)
                                                                            Niggas pull strings like a guitar
                                                                            Guitar, G-Star jeans on my sneakers
                                                                            I'm a real soulful nigga
                                                                            Collared greens inside your speakers (yeah, yeah)
                                                                            Ferguson days on Castro
                                                                            Wasn't no cash flow
                                                                            But I'm good for the arch, I'm Dr. Scholl's
                                                                            I'm good for your whore, let me snatch your soul, soul, soul
                                                                            Bloody sacrifices
                                                                            Yeah, ay, look at what a motherfucker do for the cash intake
                                                                            They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday
                                                                            You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
                                                                            You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate
                                                                            Today's shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin' like pump fake
                                                                            I don't need nothing but one take
                                                                            I'm from the part of the city
                                                                            Where young nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight
                                                                            Our politician a fuckface
                                                                            Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
                                                                            We do it like a small town wager
                                                                            How I'm the dropout major
                                                                            Success stories, I favor
                                                                            Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader
                                                                            Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
                                                                            Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum
                                                                            You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even playin'
                                                                            I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate
                                                                            All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days
                                                                            I thought I'd call 'em out altogether
                                                                            Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
                                                                            Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you
                                                                            Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtape
                                                                            I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama
                                                                            I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page
                                                                            I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
                                                                            You can't be everything to everybody
                                                                            I wanna be your lover, your best friend
                                                                            Your Batman, Spiderman
                                                                            Fight to polish who and now your rival's in
                                                                            I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up
                                                                            I wanna be the one that feel you up
                                                                            On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up
                                                                            I wanna be the one to build you up
                                                                            A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah
                                                                            And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder
                                                                            Pull you under
                                                                            Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble
                                                                            We done moved out to the Boondocks
                                                                            Built a big house, there he wonders
                                                                            How somewhere along the way
                                                                            He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
                                                                            I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
                                                                            When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you
                                                                            Say something crazy, they won't interject
                                                                            Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you
                                                                            Dangerous when it's nobody to check you
                                                                            I be havin' to check myself
                                                                            Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty
                                                                            I be havin' to spread my wealth
                                                                            I used to be at the crib myself
                                                                            Seven years old, off of Bragg Boulevard
                                                                            Where they bag up the raw
                                                                            They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls
                                                                            And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws
                                                                            Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up North on the path of a star
                                                                            And I ran into you like I met you before
                                                                            Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing
                                                                            Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day
                                                                            I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay
                                                                            She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day
                                                                            She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A
                                                                            Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay
                                                                            She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way
                                                                            She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay
                                                                            I'm crying while writing these words
                                                                            The tears, they feel good on my face, hey
                                                                            And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
                                                                            If I don't love you, how I'm supposed to?
                                                                            And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
                                                                            If I don't love you, how I'm supposed to?
                                                                            I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices

                                                                            • Kenneth,joe Harris
                                                                              Kenneth,joe Harris  14 hours back

                                                                              xq"z#;

                                                                              • ACHD
                                                                                ACHD  14 hours back

                                                                                why do rappers say "asalamu3laykum" in their songs? its so mysterious to me

                                                                                • SmartClam
                                                                                  SmartClam  14 hours back

                                                                                  If they made the album in 10 days why don’t artists make songs more often 😂

                                                                                  • Erick Tapia
                                                                                    Erick Tapia  15 hours back

                                                                                    https://youtu.be/l5QAOvBqT3c WOS - CANGURO (Micro cover acústico)

                                                                                    • Jumpman 91
                                                                                      Jumpman 91  15 hours back

                                                                                      Damn

                                                                                      • Movvo Bird
                                                                                        Movvo Bird  15 hours back

                                                                                        since it was out

                                                                                        • Speedking_A1
                                                                                          Speedking_A1  16 hours back

                                                                                          Prayers to Johnny and the fam 🙏🏾

                                                                                          • Do Anything
                                                                                            Do Anything  16 hours back

                                                                                            Love it

                                                                                            • Sand Mafia noob
                                                                                              Sand Mafia noob  16 hours back

                                                                                              sup

                                                                                              • beauty luv
                                                                                                beauty luv  16 hours back

                                                                                                Beat so cold it's speaking to me... Very nice song.. can't be everything to everybody

                                                                                                • Charles Elmore
                                                                                                  Charles Elmore  17 hours back

                                                                                                  Everybody sleep in on smino that dude gone be the goat in a couple years