Sometimes

Sometimes Sometimes I think about the money I think about the hurdles and the murders in the game Sometimes I think about the game And all the real niggas turn in their freedom for the fame Sometimes I think about dying, sometime I think about crying All i do is it ket it real, sometimes I think about lying Sometimes I think about my ni*** in the Fed doing time Ain't seen his son in 10 years--he can't be doing fine But still have high spirits; not one single visit Call my phone, crack a smile, just to ask me how I'm living If I tell him I'm doing good, does it make his time harder? So I say I'm all right, I'm just trying to live until tomorrow I love my nigga--he could have been a rat But he chose to be a hundred, so I'm a hundred back Court date, lawyer paid: now that's what you call love 500 front a 100, now that's a real plug Sometimes I want to spazz Sometimes I think about the money I think about the hurdles and the murders in the game Sometimes I think about the game And all the real niggas turn in their freedom for the fame