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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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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
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