"Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kimmy
Don’t go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin' heart
Stay still Son, don’t move, just think about Keeba
She’ll be three in January, your young God needs ya
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
1-7-1-8, 9-1-1, low battery, damn
Blood comin' out his mouth, he bleeding badly
Nahhh Jamie, don’t start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we getting fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In '69, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, s...