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

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  • Published: 12 August 2019
  • Dreamville - Sacrifices ft. EARTHGANG, J. Cole, Smino & Saba (Official Music Video)
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Comments • 6 497

  • Черный Молотый

    Very nice

    • Raja Sunwar
      Raja Sunwar  24 minutes back

      J.Cole can hit platinum just by saying a single word

      • Matt Lucas
        Matt Lucas  35 minutes back

        I Wonder why songs like this get any diss like

        • Marrz GotBarrz
          Marrz GotBarrz  41 minutes back

          All my fav underground artists

          • Shay J
            Shay J  59 minutes back

            This is so beautiful! The singing, the rapping, the beat- masterpiece.

            • IAm Atlas
              IAm Atlas  1 hours back

              i literally fuckn love this song
              "hugging the block hugging the block all day..."

              • Butter Scotch
                Butter Scotch  1 hours back

                legend says he cried HIMSELF making this song

                • Paul Perez
                  Paul Perez  2 hours back

                  Kendrick Lamar should’ve been in this song otc

                  • Marilena Romero
                    Marilena Romero  2 hours back

                    I love this song soooo much. Glad they made a video. Thanks foe blessin us

                    • Ramal Brown
                      Ramal Brown  2 hours back

                      This generations dungeon family

                      • Morgan Morgans
                        Morgan Morgans  3 hours back

                        Damn... Cole’s verse hit so hard made me forget I’m single🤧😪

                        • Bishop Chilton
                          Bishop Chilton  3 hours back

                          Damn that was spectacular

                          • ronald chitauro
                            ronald chitauro  3 hours back

                            Littt

                            • Terrance Turner
                              Terrance Turner  3 hours back

                              Saba verse effertortless. 🔥

                              • NotMrTaquero Bruh
                                NotMrTaquero Bruh  3 hours back

                                all dislikes are people who don't appreciate talent

                                • Jay Buchanan
                                  Jay Buchanan  3 hours back

                                  You sminooooooooooooooo😫😫😫😫 I can’t believe it

                                  • BlueCrax
                                    BlueCrax  4 hours back

                                    featuring j. cole? FEATURING!?!

                                    • Dr Phot
                                      Dr Phot  4 hours back

                                      4:00 Enters King Cole!

                                      • Seyitan T
                                        Seyitan T  4 hours back

                                        Saba & Smino went innn

                                        • Enzyme Boost
                                          Enzyme Boost  4 hours back

                                          Good human music

                                          • humble narcissist
                                            humble narcissist  4 hours back

                                            Young black male I try to effect by kicking the facts And stacking much mail I'm packing a gat 'cause guys wanna jack And fuck going to jail 'Cause I ain't a crook, despite how I look I don't sell yayo They judging a brother like covers on books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know, which way to go I'm hitting 'em out of the doors So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow I'm fucking the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes The gimminy jimminy grows Then whaddaya know, it's off with some clothes Rowd when the crowd says ho That let's me know, they know I can flow Love when they come to my shows I get up and go with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I never respect, the one that I back The quicker the nigga can rap The bigger the check Now watch how they sweat What kind of style is that? The style of a mack, and ready to jack I rendered up piles of black The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack I hate it when real niggas bust. follow me link in bio😤🔥🔥🔥🔥

                                            • Felix Uadiale
                                              Felix Uadiale  4 hours back

                                              Simply beautiful like al green

                                              • Rebwar Soløsten
                                                Rebwar Soløsten  5 hours back

                                                I want to cry
                                                But I also want to celebrate some shit.
                                                This song is just a vibe for life. Describe the life of a good mofo with a song and this is probably the song

                                                • Michael Khounenorath
                                                  Michael Khounenorath  5 hours back

                                                  Idk about you.. But I swear I listen to this more than the artists!! Repeat 👂🔂🎶

                                                  • Beast Laser
                                                    Beast Laser  5 hours back

                                                    Ayyyeeee 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥shout to cole for doing a great feature with 3 great artist .

                                                    • Brian Lopez
                                                      Brian Lopez  5 hours back

                                                      Beautiful

                                                      • Ghost Raps
                                                        Ghost Raps  5 hours back

                                                        I don't see this song hitting Huge Huge Numbers, cause people will not Understand the meaning behind the Bars nor see the beauty in their Styles, They put they whole Heart into this.

                                                        • pi sivongxai
                                                          pi sivongxai  6 hours back

                                                          I like this sound. remind of a Mos Def track.

                                                          • YGD
                                                            YGD  6 hours back

                                                            ayoo, i just dropped a new music video, if you got the time, please check it out!

                                                            • MAJOR KEEPER
                                                              MAJOR KEEPER  6 hours back

                                                              If you smiled on J Cole verse lol like this comment.... you damn near have to look at the lyrics for other rappers but j Cole verse seems more clear; like as if they were rapping in a different language and j Cole Came on the track in English 🤔🤔... maybe because I listen to j Cole music more ?

                                                              • Brother Earth
                                                                Brother Earth  6 hours back

                                                                My souls starts dancing 1:15

                                                                • Mark Farhan
                                                                  Mark Farhan  6 hours back

                                                                  JCole, killed his part... but NOT a shock since he's the "Greatest right now"!!!!

                                                                  • Liamcitoo2
                                                                    Liamcitoo2  6 hours back

                                                                    Cole is just...something else.

                                                                    • DJ XTC
                                                                      DJ XTC  7 hours back

                                                                      I fucked with Saba more tbh

                                                                      • Akiro Hitan
                                                                        Akiro Hitan  7 hours back

                                                                        Listen to runaway then this. Growth

                                                                        • grecia leigue
                                                                          grecia leigue  7 hours back

                                                                          ♥️♥️❤️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️❤️♥️

                                                                          • Dee Rich
                                                                            Dee Rich  7 hours back

                                                                            That musical production is top notch soul power. Whew! The guitar. Aya! Great music! They can rap...ALL OF EM!

                                                                            • lwoodi _
                                                                              lwoodi _  8 hours back

                                                                              This is why i wish to be an intentional english speaker.

                                                                              • Susana V
                                                                                Susana V  8 hours back

                                                                                4:00 his verse 😩❤❤

                                                                                • profanityblvd
                                                                                  profanityblvd  8 hours back

                                                                                  This guy bodied this shit, manipulated a reggae flow with trap on that first verse. LYRICS
                                                                                  Whole song 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

                                                                                  • Rocket Le
                                                                                    Rocket Le  9 hours back

                                                                                    "I been so disconnected my perspective is ignorant" 1 line with so much meaning.dam

                                                                                    • Devan Divakaran
                                                                                      Devan Divakaran  9 hours back

                                                                                      Lyrics :




                                                                                      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

                                                                                      • Bagus Adhinagoro
                                                                                        Bagus Adhinagoro  9 hours back

                                                                                        J.Cole is Black Jesus

                                                                                        • Yaasme 88
                                                                                          Yaasme 88  10 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

                                                                                          • BaseGod TYBG
                                                                                            BaseGod TYBG  10 hours back

                                                                                            All these niggas spazzed man... Crazy

                                                                                            • أيمن بن صالح
                                                                                              أيمن بن صالح  10 hours back

                                                                                              No nudity its all about music here

                                                                                              • Lord Maxwell
                                                                                                Lord Maxwell  11 hours back

                                                                                                I can’t believe this only has a million plus views.. but that’s okay, keep this gem for the real ones... “TheySleep”

                                                                                                • Abusomwan Santos
                                                                                                  Abusomwan Santos  11 hours back

                                                                                                  Johnny’s voice was so soothing