(1) A rocksteady band from Jap… Read Full Bio ↴Many artists go by the name of Frisco
(1) A rocksteady band from Japan including horns and pedal steel. http://friscosound.org/
(2) Deshane Cornwall, better known by his stage name Frisco is Based in North London and a member of the Boy Better Know collective and CEO of the Sky Trax imprint. Frisco is also affiliated with Alwayz Recording.
Frisco garnered attention after what can only be decribed as a legendary battle with Grime heavyweight Wiley in Ayia Napa, Cyprus.
Frisco gained further recognition for his appearance in the “Private Caller” video in 2005, alongside fellow North London Grime MC’s JME, Cookie, President T, Scorcher, Cel 22, Dimples, Danny B and Skepta, who also produced the song.
In his 2006 return after an 18 month hiatus, Frisco released his first mixtape; (thus pioneering the practice of doing so in the Grime scene) titled “Back 2 Da Lab Volume 1″, which was a great underground success and was followed by Volume 2 which like Volume 1 was very well recieved. In the same year Frisco also battled ‘Scorcher’ of the collective ‘The Movement’ which stemmed from the Boy Better Know vs Movement conflict. The feud ended with both MC’s, as part of their respective crews working together on numerous songs together.
Years that followeded saw Frisco continue to release great mixtapes in the form of "Back 2 Da Lab Volume 3 and Volume 4, EP's such as "Have That EP" and the "Tear Drops EP" and his debut album "Fully Grown". Frisco's sound has taken him accross the globe having performed in countries such as Cyprus, Crete, Spain, Netherlands, Jamaica, Paris just to name a few. 2012 saw Frisco embark on his first solo UK tour alongside fellow Boy Better Know patriot Jammer.
After taking a short creative break, March 2014 saw Big Fris return with the critically acclaimed EP 'British Nights' which many regard as his best release thus far.
Frisco recently launched his own clothing line called "SKYY" which can be purchased from his website bigfris.com
Sometimes
Frisco Lyrics
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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
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
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
The song "Sometimes" by Frisco is a lyrical reflection of the challenges and struggles that come with being a part of the drug trade and the music industry. The song addresses the duality of the lifestyle, where on one hand, there is the allure of fame and fortune, and on the other, the danger and unsavory aspects of the trade that come with it.
The first two lines suggest that the artist thinks about the money and the murders that come with the game. The trade-off between fame and freedom is mentioned in the following line, where Frisco sings about how real niggas trade their freedom for fame. The artist also thinks about the drug trade and the different facets of it, like dance, crack, and dealing with lames.
The song also touches upon Frisco's personal life, where he thinks about his friend who is in jail and his son, who he hopes is doing well. He talks about his love for his friend and even though he could have been in the ring, he chose to be a "hummer." Court days, reality checks, love, and loyalty are all mentioned in this verse.
The last verse delves into Frisco's future and his dead homies, the struggles of the artists who come from the streets, and the price they must pay for being successful in the industry. Throughout the song, Frisco shares his thoughts and emotions, from the reality of the drug trade to his personal connections and the hope for a better future for his community.
Overall, the song is a reflection of the complexity and layered nature of the drug trade, paired with the hopes and dreams of those involved.
Line by Line Meaning
Sometimes I think about the money
Occasionally, I contemplate wealth.
I think about the murders and the hurtles of the game
I also ponder the violence and obstacles that come with street life.
Sometimes I think about the game
I consider the rap game and those who trade their freedom for success.
And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
I acknowledge how some people sacrifice their personal liberties for fame and success.
Sometimes I think about dance, sometimes I think about crack
My thoughts vary from contemplating dance to drugs.
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think about lames
I remain authentic and avoid phoniness, but occasionally I think about people who lack authenticity.
Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fence, doing time
I often think about my friend who is currently incarcerated.
I've seen his son T, he can't be doing fine
I have witnessed my friend's child struggling without his father's presence.
But he still got high spirits every one single visit
Despite the hardship, he remains optimistic when I visit him.
On the phone crack a smile just to ask me how I'm living
He even manages to smile and inquire about my well-being on the phone.
If I say I'm doing good, do that make his time hard
I worry that my reports of doing well may bring him sadness and hardship during his time in prison.
So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see tomorrow
I assure him that I am okay and simply trying to focus on the future.
I love my nigga, he could've been in the ring
I have a lot of love for my friend, who could have pursued a career in boxing.
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred bands
Instead, he chose to sell drugs, and now I provide him with financial support.
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you call love
I spend money on his legal fees and provide him with aid during court proceedings, which I consider to be a true act of love.
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a real plug
I put one hundred thousand dollars in the front of his Hummer, demonstrating my loyalty and financial support.
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas pass
At times, I feel anger and want to attack those who are weak and fake.
Cook up the position that they in so they always cash in
I seek to create situations in which fake individuals can profit, allowing me to cash in on their desperation.
I may not be the biggest but damn sure the realest
I may not be the most powerful figure, but I pride myself on being authentic and true to myself.
Man, I do this for the streets, I know the dope boy feelings
I work for the betterment of my community and can empathize with those involved in drug dealing.
Sometimes I think about the poor, sometimes I think about the rich
My thoughts alternate between contemplating poverty and wealth.
Sometimes I think about my girl like she just another bitch
Occasionally, I view my significant other as just another woman and do not consider her true value.
When I think about the keys then I start thinking wise
When I reflect on drug dealing, I become more cautious and strategic with my decisions.
If any pussy niggas start playing with my candles
If anyone tries to interfere with my drug dealing business, I will respond with violence.
Then I have to go and get the chopper with the razor
In such situations, I resort to using guns and other weapons.
Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July, fireworks
I will cause chaos and violence, creating the impression of fireworks on Independence Day.
Then I'm in the kitchen with the powder, prowler
I then return to the kitchen to manufacture cocaine.
Tryina turn a hundred to a thousand
I aim to make significant profits by multiplying my investment one hundred times over.
I just sold a nigga twenty grand worth of flour
I recently made a drug sale worth twenty thousand dollars.
And he from my hood so you best get from round here
The purchaser is also from my neighborhood, implying that outsiders are not welcome.
And them young boys from the hood don't play the radio
The young males in my community are not interested in mainstream media and are focused on street life instead.
They just want some action and I'm the type to let them go
These individuals are driven by a desire for excitement and I am inclined to let them pursue their ambitions.
Sometimes I think about the murders
I contemplate the dark realities of homicide.
Sometimes I think about the poor
I also think about those who are struggling financially and are living in poverty.
Sometimes I think about the rich
Additionally, I ponder the lifestyles of the wealthy and privileged.
Sometimes I think about the game
My mind often wanders to the world of rap and drug dealing.
And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
I understand that many individuals in this community sacrifice their well-being and personal liberties for the sake of success and notoriety.
Sometimes I think about my future but more about my dead homies
I sometimes contemplate my own future, but I am more preoccupied with thoughts of deceased friends.
Killing the hater, niggas putting the feds on me
If someone acts negatively towards me, I may respond with violence, potentially resulting in legal trouble with federal authorities.
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Overall, my thoughts vary and are influenced by my experiences and surroundings.
Writer(s): Jens Frisch
Contributed by Grace A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.