Sometimes - Frisco

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 nigga 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