Some lil kid was tryna fight

Boy was on the news last night

Boy was tryna catch a fade

Told the girl I was gonna be late

I know what i'm tryna do

That lil boy was gone too soon

Got my Glock i'm taking aim

Told the boy we not the same

I'm too up, bullets make it rain

Them kids ran, it was too late

Them lil boys just some lames

Cry about it, I feel no shame

They got regrets, I can't say the same

In the court, boy took the blame

Said goodbye it's not my fault

Take that with a grain of salt