Sometimes - Solomon Childs

Brrraat, did that, fucka

New York City I’m now forgot, nigga

Them new shots, all that cursing

Come on, let’s go

I’m speaking from the enemy’s terms

Music for the dead floating all the way up the stream

Blow bags of that red dragon supreme

This is the dream, the pistol pregnant with sixteen

You go find yourself dead on the side of the road

Like the kid from Moesha that played Hakeem

You boil with the flow like volcanoes

Qualified to spread mangos with the semi auto calico

Gorilla glory, this ain’t no Boyz-N-The-Hood tale

I ain’t dying at the end of the story

And I ain’t never been a good nigga

So why front positive for album sales, I got Bloods

I got a spring from jail with Martha Stewart bails

This the beginning of torture

Like getting shot in your ass with a nail gun

More movies under my belt than Paul Newman, S. Childs

Heavy Metal, a/k/a Guns-N-Roses

Illegal money, boulevard grammar

For ten thou', will have your little girl

Sucking on the tip of the jammer, smile for the camera

Some days you eat the bear, some day the bear eat you

Basically what I’m trynna say, is you kill a nigga 'fore a nigga kill you

Sometimes you Blood and you gotta go against Blood

Crip that gotta go against Crip

God that gotta go against God

Holding the torch up, with a warrior scar

Now I understand the significance of why I gotta make it

Why I gotta take it, why I conquer the path my ancestors broke bricks on

Flows in the industry luke warm

Looking for extensive spends from Viacom

Or I’mma break through troops that’s clever as Vietcong

Crispy Timbs on the red carpet

The talk, screaming on your music markets

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes