Al Pacino Phonecall

Al Pacino As we go To these notes, dear Have no fear though Cuz we know What brings those tears There's no reason For seasons To spin those gears Near the end we Can then see The wasted years Could this be it, is my sound now connecting? Checking the microphone, 1-2-3 testing If words can be weapons of epic destruction Then maybe Darth Vader's in need of protecting Paper mache'd it, but now that it's setting I'm running to get me my lucky machete Beheading em all who would dare to contest me I'm expertly deft, head in separate directions And take em off chasing, a race for the ages Calamity's coming, a planet endangered Derangement that's solely in favor of anger My brain is a headphone forever entangled In mangled remains of a mirror's reflection Contained in the vain of obsessive perfection Remains all the same when the game is still played in a way That'll stay with you long after exit I found a connection Dot's all aligned unexpected This time I just think I'll forget it I won't let it set in I'm ready to jettison Heading to Netherlands Fending for better than what I can get in my setting I'm getting a snack This is the cognitive dissonance pack Believe in an instant this twisted shit that I be spittin' will distance myself from the pack It's a fact In fairness I'm giving it back You can have it Imagine maniacal passion unmatched by the wrath of Cortex in a Crash The pattern is simple, the message is clear There is no tomorrow so now is to fear I hear there's a reason for being Not seeing it Maybe this weed will then make it all clear Al Pacino As we go To these notes, dear Have no fear though Cuz we know What brings those tears There's no reason For seasons To spin those gears Near the end we Can then see The wasted years Al Pacino As we go To these notes, dear Have no fear though Cuz we know What brings those tears There's no reason For seasons To spin those gears Near the end we Can then see The wasted years Al Pacino Al Pacino Al Pa

I got my girl pregnant at 19 And I thought I'd never make it All the drama I was facing All my friends was gang related All I gave fuck about was slangin' Never thought of making changes Till we got the crib raided (raided) Drug dealin' cases My homeboy buzzard incarcerated Suddenly my whole life change Now I'm livin' life real slow My lil son is what I live for My whole clicks what I'd kill for Redel castro in sinaloa Now we making that real doe This the shit That I'm built for This the shit He got killed for I swear to god Me & my baby mama Was meant to be Till she went through my phone that night Caught me cheating with Stephanie Naked pictures she txted me Goddamn you stressing me I'm like goddamn you stressing me I'm surrounded by soldiers All the gangstas salute me All the gangstas they love us And they wanna recruit me I swear to god my life's a gangsta movie My life is like a gangsta movie Fumando mota & sellin' coca Like gangsta movies Like Al Pacino Doing perico in mafia movies Shits about to get real I'm tellin you the shits real Wasn't old enough to buy cigarettes But I was old enough to drug deal We was old enough to kill We was old enough to pay bills I was living poor Slept on the floor Tell me how the fuck would you feel? In that one bedroom apartment I was far from stardom Guns in glove-compartments Staying far from the law Enforcement they was on us tough Gang unit rushing us I wrote songs in my worse time When I felt hopeless & suicidal Close friends kept hating on me Shout out to my future rivals Shout out to my newest rivals Who talk shit but I can't find em Mad ass fuck cause they stayed behind But I don't see em I'm still grindin' Life ain't what it might seem Hit the pen at 19 Now I'm out & I'll shoot it out Gangsta shit What you about? My hand guns I can't do without Fuck with me & I'll pull it out Shots are bangin' Shots are rangin' Investigation, snitches singin' Telling cops where the kilos stayin' Telling the cops our information Talking to pops at visitation On parole still debatin' Pick up work still debatin' Still debatin', still debatin' Life ain't what it might mean I got 2 strikes And I might fight three If they catch me with the burner Cause I got a couple fucken murders Coming from the state of California 1, 2, 3 strikes And they will hold ya You weren't trying to do life I thought I told ya All that shit from being a soulja You feel that?