Actually I Was 11..

Man I thought this was a game, until my dawg died seen it's real

Check on your mans, heard he critical condition felt that steel

When he get up out that bed, go and ask him how it feel

Want my money andale, want it the same color as fields

He in love with taking drugs, till he get popped up like a pill

You keep it P, I give you cheese, just hold your end up of the deal

Spin him while he in the 'spital, we won't give him time to heal

I got bodies on my mental, I suit up it's time to drill

How the fuck you hit the legs, that mean you ain't tryna kill

In that black truck riding presidential, bitch I feel like bill

Go ask lil *** he know what happened, had him running up the hill