Sometimes

Sometimes I think about the money

I think about the murders and the hurtles of the game

Sometimes I think about the game

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame

Sometimes I think about dance, sometimes I think about crack

All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think about lames

Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fence, doing time

I've seen his son T, he can't be doing fine

But he still got high spirits every one single visit

On the phone crack a smile just to ask me how I'm living

If I say I'm doing good, do that make his time hard

So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see tomorrow

I love my nigga, he could've been in the ring

But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred bands

Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you call love

Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a real plug

Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas pass

Cook up the position that they in so they always cash in

I may not be the biggest but damn sure the realest

Man, I do this for the streets, I know the dope boy feelings

Sometimes I think about the money

I think about the hurtles of the game

Something I think about the murders

Sometimes I think about the game

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame

Sometimes I think about the poor, sometimes I think about the rich

Sometimes I think about my girl like she just another bitch

When I think about the keys then I start thinking wise

If any pussy niggas start playing with my candles

Then I have to go and get the chopper with the razor

Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July, fireworks

Then I'm in the kitchen with the powder, prowler

Tryina turn a hundred to a thousand

I just sold a nigga twenty grand worth of flour

And he from my hood so you best get from round here

And them young boys from the hood don't play the radio

They just want some action and I'm the type to let them go

Sometimes I think about the money

I think about the hurtles of the game

Sometimes I think about the murders

Sometimes I think about the game

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame

Yeah, sometimes, sometimes

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

Sometimes I think about the game and doing all I can

I never think about the labor, I just think about the fans

If I get down like the sound what the fuck would be the plan

Guess I'm back the real crib, selling niggas same gram, damn

I think about that nigga being me, 270 million but he never loved the streets

Us dope boys salute you, homie made history

Around with 100 P drum, no instruments

I think about the murders and the shoot outs

I think about the landlord made my momma move out

Sometimes I think about my future but more about my dead homies

Killing the hater, niggas putting the feds on me

Sometimes I think about the money

I think about the murders and the hurtles of the game

Sometimes I think about the game

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

Sometimes I think about the murders

Sometimes I think about the hurtles of the game

Sometimes I think about the game

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes