[Intro] (low 808 pulse like a heartbeat monitor spiking, distant jail phones ringing metallic and cold) Yeah… Attorney on the line… Don’t call me with that bullshit… Pressure’s risin’… [Verse 1] Client number thirty, Imperial Ave case Crack market, Crips, cameras kissin’ they face Federal indictment, conspiracy weight Ten mandatory, life if they play it straight You sittin’ in county talkin’ “they can’t prove it” Meanwhile the wiretaps already looped it, iron-tight I told you from day one, this ain’t state court play This is the feds, they don’t play short, they stack the days Time got your blood pressure climbin’ like a redline gauge Veins thumpin’ heat, temples poundin’ cage to cage Salty tears cookin’ in the corners of your eyes Facing decades make a grown man cry, no disguise [Pre-Chorus] You call me every night with the same old story “I wasn’t even out there, that wasn’t me, attorney” I need the truth, not the version you rehearsed ‘Cause right now they got you lookin’ at the worst Clock’s a fist squeezin’ your chest, pressure through the roof [Chorus] Call me when you’re sober Call me when you done lyin’ Forty years, not a year lower That’s the number they assignin’ Time turn the blood to lava, salty rivers down the face I can fight for the reduction I can push for the parole But I can’t save a motherfucker Who still think he in control Jury box never looks like the defendants in the row Pale faces, different worlds, that’s the silent blow [Verse 2] You talkin’ “what about the plea?” I’m talkin’ “what about the truth?” They got video of the hand-to-hands They got the money, they got the proof Prior felonies stacked like bricks in a heatwave wall Guidelines already in the red, pressure ‘bout to maul You want me to work a miracle While you still actin’ like you ain’t fed I know every angle to peel these peers up off me clean Slide the narrative like silk, make reasonable doubt the queen Argue role in the conspiracy till the room feels the shift Push substantial assistance, turn snitches into gifts But every time you open your mouth You dig the hole a little deeper, damn it, salt in the wound Time’s a slow cooker raisin’ BP till the heart’s a monsoon [Pre-Chorus] You call me every night with the same old story “I wasn’t even out there, that wasn’t me, attorney” I need the truth, not the version you rehearsed ‘Cause right now they got you lookin’ at the worst Facing the clock make you salty, tears taste like defeat [Chorus] Call me when you’re sober Call me when you done lyin’ Forty years, not a year lower That’s the number they assignin’ Time turn the blood to lava, salty rivers down the face I can fight for the reduction I can push for the parole But I can’t save a motherfucker Who still think he in control Jury box never looks like the defendants in the row Cold stares from another zip code, that’s how the story go [Bridge] (stripped, almost spoken over the throbbing 808 like a migraine pulse) I sat across that table Looked you dead in the eye Said “this is the rest of your life You ready to decide?” Sweat beadin’ hot, blood pressure spikin’ in the silence You laughed like it was funny Talked about the streets still I packed my briefcase up Left you with the bill And the jury? They never wear your skin or walk your block Different mirror, same gavel drop [Final Chorus] Call me when you’re sober Call me when you done lyin’ Forty years, not a year lower That’s the number they assignin’ Time turn the blood to lava, salty rivers down the face I can fight for the reduction I can push for the parole But I can’t save a motherfucker Who still think he in control I got the keys to slip these peers clean off the hook But not while you still drownin’ in the lies you wrote in the book Jury box never looks like the defendants in the row [Outro] (808 fading into a flatline beep, phone dial tone echoing) Call me when you’re sober… When the pressure drops and the salt dries… Don’t call me with that bullshit… Yeah. Pressure’s still climbin’…
