Sometimes I think about the money
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I think about the murders and the hurtles of the game
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Sometimes I think about the game
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And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
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Sometimes I think about dance, sometimes I think about crack
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All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think about lames
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Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fence, doing time
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I've seen his son T, he can't be doing fine
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But he still got high spirits every one single visit
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On the phone crack a smile just to ask me how I'm living
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If I say I'm doing good, do that make his time hard
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So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see tomorrow
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I love my nigga, he could've been in the ring
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But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred bands
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Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you call love
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Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a real plug
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Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas pass
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Cook up the position that they in so they always cash in
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I may not be the biggest but damn sure the realest
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Man, I do this for the streets, I know the dope boy feelings
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Sometimes I think about the money
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I think about the hurtles of the game
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Something I think about the murders
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Sometimes I think about the game
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And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
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Sometimes I think about the poor, sometimes I think about the rich
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Sometimes I think about my girl like she just another bitch
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When I think about the keys then I start thinking wise
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If any pussy niggas start playing with my candles
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Then I have to go and get the chopper with the razor
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Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July, fireworks
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Then I'm in the kitchen with the powder, prowler
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Tryina turn a hundred to a thousand
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I just sold a nigga twenty grand worth of flour
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And he from my hood so you best get from round here
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And them young boys from the hood don't play the radio
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They just want some action and I'm the type to let them go
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Sometimes I think about the money
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I think about the hurtles of the game
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Sometimes I think about the murders
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Sometimes I think about the game
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And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
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Yeah, sometimes, sometimes
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Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
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Sometimes I think about the game and doing all I can
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I never think about the labor, I just think about the fans
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If I get down like the sound what the fuck would be the plan
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Guess I'm back the real crib, selling niggas same gram, damn
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I think about that nigga being me, 270 million but he never loved the streets
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Us dope boys salute you, homie made history
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Around with 100 P drum, no instruments
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I think about the murders and the shoot outs
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I think about the landlord made my momma move out
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Sometimes I think about my future but more about my dead homies
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Killing the hater, niggas putting the feds on me
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Sometimes I think about the money
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I think about the murders and the hurtles of the game
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Sometimes I think about the game
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And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
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Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
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Sometimes I think about the murders
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Sometimes I think about the hurtles of the game
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Sometimes I think about the game
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And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
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Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
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Sometimes
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| Yo Gotti |
