The Game
The Game - Breakfast With Al Pacino songtekst
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The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (politicking) Told him I wish he was in casino (probably checking) Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (hood nigga) Eating breakfast with Al Pacino was good nigga (please!) My life a movie directed by Tarantino, my Lamb lounging the kimo Im at that fork in the road like a tortures hoe I dont wanna sell blow, I was forced to that stow See, I was forced to be hard, without multiple goals So I multiply and magnify that coke, till I was satisfied Took oath with my last supply, I kept my tenants classified My momma aint My daddy and my uncles gave me bundles, Put it on bees I made it bumble . that should not stumble In bed by eleven, thats where she thought Im in a jungle, Say notice, so no training day Im on that trap, but I put them trains away And my enemies on this train today My dreams is where them bangers laid The skys where my finger stay Unless I bend the K, and choppers making rainy days Niggas praying to Jesus Remember before he was famous, yeah! A younger game would say The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (politicking) Told him I wish he was in casino (probably checking) Please! Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (hood nigga) Eating breakfast with Al Pacino was good nigga Please! And if you must know, nobodys perfect We screw up, we make mistakes If heart breaks, go through hard times But you need to know thats life The world aint full of assholes But they strategically play So that you could come across one everyday You know what Im saying? Sometimes things that happen in life are not part of the plan And when that happens, dont give up on your dreams! Just find another way to reach it, Just give your faith a thought, ladies and gentleman Worry most at the from happening But it will stop the glee from being a joy Whats up!