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

Ajoutée 12 août 2019
Dreamville - Sacrifices ft. EARTHGANG, J. Cole, Smino & Saba (Official Music Video)
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  • J.Cole can hit platinum just by saying a single word

  • I Wonder why songs like this get any diss like

  • All my fav underground artists

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

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

  • legend says he cried HIMSELF making this song

  • Kendrick Lamar should’ve been in this song otc

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

  • This generations dungeon family

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

  • Damn that was spectacular

  • Littt

  • Saba verse effertortless. 🔥

  • all dislikes are people who don't appreciate talent

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

  • featuring j. cole? FEATURING!?!

  • 4:00 Enters King Cole!

  • Saba & Smino went innn

  • Good human music

  • 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😤🔥🔥🔥🔥

  • Simply beautiful like al green

  • 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

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

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

  • Beautiful

  • 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.

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

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

  • 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 ?

  • My souls starts dancing 1:15

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

  • Cole is just...something else.

  • I fucked with Saba more tbh

  • Listen to runaway then this. Growth

  • ♥️♥️❤️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️❤️❤️♥️

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

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

  • 4:00 his verse 😩❤❤

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

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

  • 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

  • J.Cole is Black Jesus

  • 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

  • All these niggas spazzed man... Crazy

  • No nudity its all about music here

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

  • Johnny’s voice was so soothing

  • That video give you the smile dunno why but it does

  • Johny Venus is so fucking dopeee

  • Johnny for flow of the year.

  • Cole tht sweater too hard

  • Great music that only a few people in the world realize exists!!!, i take a bow

  • when i clicked on this video i had pants on...

  • beautiful.

  • 4:42 You're welcome

  • I made a song to this beat soundcloud.com/j_infinite/sacrifices-remix check it out if you have any time Rest In Peace to your father. My condolences go out to you and your family.

  • J.Coles verse is deep... Giving me emotions 😭 man... Hey J. Cole men don't shade tears 😂 stop doing this to us

  • This is an amazing music video and song!

  • Look up Saba: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert for more Saba. The man is so heavily slept on, great to see him finally get the exposure he deserves

  • This Is A Master Piece

  • 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$$$$$