$umtimes (feat. M3! & Deejai)
Sometimes I think about shit I can't change, sometimes I don't know how to keep it sane
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I feel like I'm goin' insane
Shit goin' crazy and shit goin' crazy in my brain now
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I be buggin' and shit sometimes I forget that I'm really that nigga
And I'm really runnin' this shit me and my niggas be up in this bitch
I ain't never gunna stress bout a bitch
Sometimes I be out of my mind frame I be really forgettin' this shit
Forgettin' that I'm really him
Tryna up the score, all I'm tryna do is win, yah, yah
Talkin' to God, I hope he forgive all my sins, yah, yah
Fuck therapy, man, I got my paper and my pen
Got a crazy story, like, where the fuck do I begin
I had to cop me a pack, I had to zone for them racks
Brody was up in the back, up in there, had a goofy runnin' track
I ain't really ever had a choice, mama was slavin', she ain't had no voice
Where you comin' from, where I'm comin' from
All you gotta do is flip a coin
Made a few bids in a week, uh, come and get money with me, uh
Fuck a bitch swingin' T.D., we be givin' these records for free
Nigga, I'ma always stay the same, I ain't like none of these niggas switchin' lanes
Nigga, I'ma always stay the same, I ain't like none of these niggas switchin' lanes
First things first, I put my heart in this shit for real, no no
It's the gift of a curse, tryna put 50k
My mama's purse, my mind's been fried
Plus, these addy's keep me up all night
Soul's organic, bars authentic, bitch, this is me in real time
And sometimes, these demons got a nigga in a chokehold
Lack air, niggas at the gold-coast, no post
A nigga had to go ghost for real
Goal close, I had to go ghost for real
Gold cost, no post still
Let me continue the story, I was 18, on the road to the glory
Picked up a mic and started rappin', but I had za, I was servin' and trappin
Started fuckin' with the credit, cashed out in best buy, but I ain't use no debit
Really addicted to chedda', honestly, yeah, I got a chedda fetish
Tell me, what would you do, when niggas dependin' on you
You know we finna see it through, manifest wishes, make a nigga come true
I ain't really got nothin' to prove, niggas already know how I move
I ain't really got nothin' to prove, keepin' it 98 plus two
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I feel like I'm goin' insane
Shit goin' crazy and shit goin' crazy in my brain now
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I be buggin' and shit sometimes I forget that I'm really that nigga
And I'm really runnin' this shit me and my niggas be up in this bitch
I ain't never gunna stress bout a bitch
Sometimes I be out of my mind frame I be really forgettin' this shit
Forgettin' that I'm really him
Tryna up the score, all I'm tryna do is win, yah, yah
Talkin' to God, I hope he forgive all my sins, yah, yah
Fuck therapy, man, I got my paper and my pen
Got a crazy story, like, where the fuck do I begin
I had to cop me a pack, I had to zone for them racks
Brody was up in the back, up in there, had a goofy runnin' track
I ain't really ever had a choice, mama was slavin', she ain't had no voice
Where you comin' from, where I'm comin' from
All you gotta do is flip a coin
Made a few bids in a week, uh, come and get money with me, uh
Fuck a bitch swingin' T.D., we be givin' these records for free
Nigga, I'ma always stay the same, I ain't like none of these niggas switchin' lanes
Nigga, I'ma always stay the same, I ain't like none of these niggas switchin' lanes
First things first, I put my heart in this shit for real, no no
It's the gift of a curse, tryna put 50k
My mama's purse, my mind's been fried
Plus, these addy's keep me up all night
Soul's organic, bars authentic, bitch, this is me in real time
And sometimes, these demons got a nigga in a chokehold
Lack air, niggas at the gold-coast, no post
A nigga had to go ghost for real
Goal close, I had to go ghost for real
Gold cost, no post still
Let me continue the story, I was 18, on the road to the glory
Picked up a mic and started rappin', but I had za, I was servin' and trappin
Started fuckin' with the credit, cashed out in best buy, but I ain't use no debit
Really addicted to chedda', honestly, yeah, I got a chedda fetish
Tell me, what would you do, when niggas dependin' on you
You know we finna see it through, manifest wishes, make a nigga come true
I ain't really got nothin' to prove, niggas already know how I move
I ain't really got nothin' to prove, keepin' it 98 plus two
Credits
Writer(s): Darnell Steen
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Other Album Tracks
- $tlkboutit (feat. Deejai)
- $umtimes (feat. M3! & Deejai)
- Let$tlkboutit (feat. Tragikk & Paako)
- Mo$hpitt (feat. Deejai & Tragikk)
- $yeah (feat. Deejai)
- $ex (feat. Deejai)
- Man$ion (feat. Deejai)
- $Gifted
- $addicted (feat. Deejai & Paako)
- $rightnow (feat. Paako & Deejai)
All Album Tracks: Harlem Hit Factory: The Compilation, Vol. 1 >
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