Sacrifice Lyrics
Cut your losses, you’re running out of options
Make amends before you’re laying in a coffin
Cut your losses, you’re running out of options
Make amends before you’re laying in a coffin
Cut your losses, you’re running out of options (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah)
Make amends before you’re laying in a coffin (Uh-huh)
Cut your losses, you’re running out of options (Uh-huh)
Make amends before you’re laying in a coffin (Yeah)
Tired of countin’ money, gotta get shit done, gotta keep me runnin’ and shit (Runnin’ and shit)
Handle my business like a grown-ass man, I’ma stand on my own ten (Stand on my own ten)
I’ma shoot me somethin’, ain’t worried about nothin’, got my lawyer on speed dial quick (Quick)
I used to be in love, but now I’m divorced, I should’ve never married the bitch (Bitch)
Uh, I don’t cake shit, uh-huh, ain’t no waitin’ (Nope)
N****, face it, your dog, he just hatin’ (What the fuck?)
Sacrifice a n**** quick, yeah, Satan (Satan)
Pull up with another bitch, fuck cakin’
Cut your losses, you runnin’ out of options, n****, what?
Make your music ‘fore you’re layin’ in a coffin, n****, what?
Cut your losses, you runnin’ out of options, n****, what?
Make your music ‘fore you’re layin’ in a coffin, n****, what?
I got hella n***** on my hit list (They gon’ die)
I got hella bitches on my shit list (Bitch, I’m fly)
Live life like it’s last, like this it, bitch (I won’t cry)
I won’t spend my last like I’m rich, bitch (Bitch, why?)
It’s sad he lost his life touchin’ this jewelry (My jewelry)
I fuck with Bib, but she ain’t givin’ up no pussy (Uh-uh)
I pop my pill to write my rhymes, that’s why my hook good
I fucked my main bitch while she cryin’, that’s why she cook good (Yeah)
Blessed you, hold your head, bitch (Yeah, bitch)
Boom, rush you, there go the feds, bitch (Fuck twelve)
Ice, I’m drankin’ red, bitch (Drank)
Shh, mice, you always tellin’ (Rosco)
Cut your losses, you runnin’ out of options, n****, what?
Make your music ‘fore you’re layin’ in a coffin, n****, what?
Cut your losses, you runnin’ out of options, n****, what?
Make your music ‘fore you’re layin’ in a coffin, n****, what?
I got hella n***** on my hit list (They gon’ die)
I got hella bitches on my shit list (Bitch, I’m fly)
Live life like it’s last, like this it, bitch (I won’t cry)
I won’t spend my last like I’m rich, bitch (Bitch, why?)