Released: October 8, 2013

Songwriter: The Game

Producer: Cool N Dre

[Chorus]
The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (Politickin')
Told him I wish he was in Casino (Probably checkin')
Breathe
Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (Hood nigga)
Eating breakfast with Al Pacino (Wass good, nigga?)
Please

[Verse 1]
My life a movie directed by Tarantino, my Lambo loungin' the kimo
I’m at that fork in the road like a torturous Hov
I ain’t wanna sell blow, I was forced to that stow
See, I was forced to be hard without multiple goals
So I multiplied and magnified that coke 'til I was satisfied
Took oath in my last supply, I kept my tenants classified
My mama ain’t know, nah
My daddy and my uncles gave me bundles
Put it on bees, I made it bumble
Bred 11’s, thou should not stumble
In bed by eleven, that’s where she thought but I’m in a jungle
Sayin' no, this ain’t no trainin' day
I’m on that track, but I put them trains away
And my enemies on this train today
My dreams is where them bangers lay
The sky is where my fingers stay
Unless I bring the K and choppers makin' rainy day
Niggas praying to Yeezus
Remember before we was famous, Ye?
A younger Game would say

[Chorus]
The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (Politickin')
Told him I wish he was in Casino (Probably checkin')
Breathe
Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (Hood nigga)
Eating breakfast with Al Pacino (Wass good, nigga?)
Please

[Verse 2]
And if you must know, nobody’s perfect
We screw up, we make mistakes
Have heart breaks, go through hard times
But you need to know that’s life
The world ain’t full of assholes
But they strategically placed
So that you could come across one every day
You know what I’m sayin'?
Sometimes things that happen in life are not part of a plan
But when that happens, don’t give up on your dreams
Just find another way to reach 'em
Just givin' you food for thought, ladies and gentleman
Worryin' won’t stop the bad from happenin'
But it will stop the good from being enjoyed
Yes, sir

The Game

Jayceon Terrell Taylor was born November 29th, 1979 in Compton, California to two Crip-affiliated gang members. He grew up on Santana Blocc, a Crip-controlled neighborhood, with a large family of half and step siblings. He was hardened by a rough and violent childhood stinting from his parent’s drug use, domestic violence, and family members being killed through gang-related conflicts.

By 2000, a 21-year-old Jayceon Taylor was a member of the Cedar Block Pirus, a Blood-affiliated gang, and dealt drugs on the streets of Compton.

Late on the night of October 1st, 2001, Jayceon was alone in his apartment when the doorbell rang and after opening the door, he was jumped by three