Fabolous - Sacrifices [MV]

Yeah, you know the crazy thing is

They gon' talk about you when you ain't got shit

But then they gon' talk about you when you got shit

And see they gon' talk even when they don't know

What you had to do or what you go through

Sacrifices

Seeing your family scrambling, that's 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 it be hammers in Grand Marquis paneling

Cause them niggas from the other side are fans of me 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 grands 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 shit, but they insist on being patient

But for what? To wait on that eviction note?

I wake up to some real shit, 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

Jesus died on that cross, that's a sacrifice

Niggas 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

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 power 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 glue

But if you walking around in Prada, buy your baby Prada too

Telling hoes ''yes'', we can't get a ''maybe'' outta you

Shit is fucked up, and I don't think the baby gotta clue

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 got it 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

Jesus died on that cross, that's a sacrifice

Niggas 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