We were just chillin' on a Friday night.
Just the BFL crew, no trouble in sight.
I got a call from my man and he sounded distressed.
He got jumped at a party and his face was a mess.
He said, "I hope you're down to fight. I know Ghost Army's always down to fight."
He said, "Somebody's getting stabbed tonight."
That night got fucked up.
I wish I could rewind back to BFL chillin' on a Friday night
