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

Publicat pe 12 aug. 2019
Dreamville - Sacrifices ft. EARTHGANG, J. Cole, Smino & Saba (Official Music Video)
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  • 4:00

  • Hou$e Up TrIBe Lilac Steppingstones

  • dope! really nice video, I got a lot from this. so talented!

  • J Cole had to come in and kill it

  • 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 sacrifice

  • Fucken cole man...

  • It's starts so good my 🍻 i

  • This beat is 2 pac I wonder if heaven got a ghetto slowed down

  • Somebody bring me up to date with Dreamville. This shit crazy....where should I start

  • Ft. Bob Marley

  • j.cole = god

  • I legit felt Coles verse in my soul. Damn...

  • This is pretty beautiful - pretty dreamy

  • "I went from Huey to Eddy Wuncler", love this reference and I love when he used the same reference back in the day

  • Are actual Words being said? Besides the ones that speak it right

  • Is this song about how Johnny sacrificed his dad? "I make sacrifices/Bloody sacrifices". His dad just passed away not too long ago.

  • Fuck i really didnt like this song at all why the music video

  • ah ok direct c' trop fort

  • i hope some of yall got surround sound for the earthgang part cause that shit was fire love my sound system for moments like those

  • Real Rap$$$$$

  • Brooooo my boy smino finally gettin some love 😍😍😍

  • J Cole is the second coming of Jesus

  • i know this got cole on it but Earth gang tho

  • J cole always comes in with the Mayweather 1 -2

  • Don't see enough love going to Saba, he absolutely KILLED that shit!! What a verse this dude is a beast. "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"

  • 4 artists displaying their own artistry so beautifully and they all collide together perfectly bro

  • Where can I get that umbrella?? Somebody.. Anybody 😭😭

  • this is nice

  • Sminos part kind of ruins the song for me

  • Laurice, if you see this comment, Iloveyou.

  • 4:00

  • Dude on 3rd verse trash I’m sorry

  • you can hear the love that went into this production.

  • When I listen to this my heart smiles.

  • My nigga Saba and Smino out here💪🏽

  • Maxo should have been on this it fits him and who was that one old5 dude they showed

  • 1:15 what the f** WAS THAT BRO 💥💣🔥🔥🔥⚡

  • 4:52 jcole fuckin looks like jesus

  • *_listen to this with headphones and full volume_*

  • Love the energy 🙏😇

  • We been here....

  • 3:13 :) Art

  • instagram.com/copperskinboy/?hl=en Man llook like a Mayan

  • My religion calls J.Cole

  • This track is blessed 🙏

  • Everyones flow on this song is like a rastman chanting, cultural appropriation.

  • All the album deserves a fucking prize

  • how bout some lyrics damn

  • Ayyyeee that shit groovy

  • When J Cole said “you cant be everything to anybody” in the very beginning you knew his whole verse was gonna 🔥🔥💯💯

  • saba is fire!!!!

  • Earthgang was featured twice on this song

  • 1.1k stupid, ugly, ratchet, dumb people that dont like this.

  • Perfect chance for Jesus looking J. Cole to rap on a cross

  • Whoever disliked is gay

  • Been on repeat since it came out

  • Saba is FLOWING

  • Johnny Fucking Venus!!

  • I feel this vibe so heavy

  • This is amazing

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

  • Fire 🔥

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

  • J cole gone hard bro

  • Dreamville, my god y'all Killin it

  • who is the first singer?

  • 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 🖤✨.

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

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

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

  • We need a Wells Fargo song now

  • So Saba flow legendary

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

  • just take time out your day or night and check this out if you support conscious rap ro-tv.com/tv/video-JZsOukZeuDQ.html

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

  • OVERVIEW LYRICS LISTEN PEOPLE ALSO SEARCH FOR 1 of 4 2 of 4 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

  • soundcloud.com/robinisaacs/muffins-n-chill

  • Where tf do i buy that jumperr thooo

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

  • ro-tv.com/tv/video-A3YVqOTfVh4.html