[Intro] [Sha talking]:

Yeah. J. Cardim. Look. I know some artists have done joints like this where they um, contradict themselves and flip flop but... I think more so, we as humans...we do that so...I had to revisit it. Fuck with me

[Verse One]:

Sometimes I think about my old songs

I hear the beat and the rhyming and think "That is so wrong"

Some verses I rambled and would just go on

But then I gave you some food for real thought that most of y'all probably choked on

I thought my joint Good Day was realer than most shit that you hear on the internet

If it was Eminem or Kanye's song they'd have won two Grammys but me? I'm still in debt

Sometimes I'm feeling conceited

Other times I'm feeling defeated

Some times I write sick bars, other verses I just space out my flows so you can repeat it

I'm thinkin', "This could be a hit record"

In the studio once I record it right

The music's blastin', sounds classic, I get home the songs sounds like shit in the morning

Damn

Sometimes I wanna have a camera man follow me around while I'm walking

So you can see when I'm performing and touring

That I ain't flossing and balling, my life's annoying boring sometimes

Sometimes I wish I had a little fame

Pause

Sometimes I wish I had B.I.G.'s fame

Then again

I might need B.I.G.'s frame

Sometimes I think I'm going insane

Sometimes I don't wanna be alone then

Sometimes I wanna be on my own and

Sometimes I wanna have me a drink

Sometimes I wanna smoke and just sit there and think

About

My life

Knowing I'mma die

Don't know when

Don't know why

Know I can't change

Know I can't cry

But I sit and analyze about these things

Sometimes I think about the first time I saw Hova

I interned at the label, he was the boss over

Look

I used to want that spot

I treated rap like I did with my jump shot and my cross over

Practiced in the mirror

Battled in the park

Sometimes I think the deal I got and lost, it broke my heart

Standing in the sun

Still feeling dark

I think I'm hotter now but I was hungry at the start

Sometimes I listen to my first tape

And I was so thirsty, a verse made the earth shake

Back then I wrote with a pen

I had first grade hand writing but I was damn nice in the worst way

Sometimes I wonder who was listening

When I was frequent on hiphopgame and shit

They saw my ass as competition and

A lot of young dudes probably prayed I'd slip

Well I pray too

Sometimes I'm hateful

I wanna make music you relate to break through

Barriers and stereotypes, I'm scared for my life

Sometimes what you hear is my sight

Other days I'm bitter and disrespectful

My nights are real uneventful

I be making turkey sausage and pancakes, nothing special

Then I switch to the best booth studio in my guest room

Murder in the booth, giving beats more than a flesh wound

Sometimes I don't wanna be alone then

Sometimes I wanna be on my own and

Sometimes I wanna have me a drink

Sometimes I wanna smoke and just...

Sometimes I think about my, bachelor party

Or wedding and a reception

Then I think about the end of that groupie love and affection

Damn

I don't need it, my family is a blessing

I've been blessed to be successful to share it might just be Heaven, fuck

Sometimes I talk to my old broads

You know, the ones I placed in the friend zone

Sometimes they flirt, is that a faux pas

Or do they want me to score in they end zone?

It could be my ego

Vein ass Leo, thinking I"m the Neo

One day I want a little girl or an eho

Then I'm with my nephew who is like a baby Debo

Then I get scared

What if I ain't cakin' and not financially prepared

With shorty in my ear like, "You can be the hottest MC in the world

But a baby can't eat your lyrics." Yes I'm aware

Yeah

A lot of kids want to rap for me

And in they verse they slut and whores or they clappin' heat

Sometimes I wanna kill 'em with my flow

And other times I want to go to their school and join their faculty

Sometimes I think of my old management

And how we used to speak all the time

Did they lose faith in all this rapping shit

Or was it just some fault of mine?

Sometimes I think about working and how it frightened me

I thought rap was my purpose but that enlightened me

Now I see that my journey is more than spitting these verses

It ain't working, God why did you hire me?

Sometimes I wish that you would fire me

But I'm thankful for the job that's irony

I know you got your eyes on the sparrow

If I end up with a job at White Castle please keep an eye on me

I might not make it man

My life goes left, then right

Then day, then night

Then it all starts all over, it starts all over again

Sometimes

Sometimes I wanna walk away

Sometimes I wanna walk away from it all