Eleven by Kojey Radical is a tribute to his late friend, Harry Uzoka, who was stabbed by a fellow model who claimed to have had sex with Uzoka’s girlfriend.
In this song he talks to Uzoka about how his passing has been weighing on him. He also talks about what they were supposed to be.
[Verse 1]
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Ever spoke into existence
I be letting go of all the burdens I was holding that’s a heavy load
Ain’t no walking into heaven with a heavy soul
Heaven knows that I’ve been waiting on a second plate
And every blessing meant for me was not a minute late
Every call that I would miss was left for you to make
Now we can’t talk when I miss you, I don’t know who to blame
Ain’t no happy tomorrows, I feel like novocaine
Circulating my body like this was all in vein
We were supposed to be Roc-A-Fella like Jay and Dame
We were supposed to be robe life on a summers day
I was supposed to be with you, brotha, through thick and thin
Somewhere up in the hills splittin' them dividends
Bussin' bands out the budget tippin' on strippers friends
Life taught tell me ain’t nothing pretty when winners sin
Say you’re destined for greatness if you just settle in
And settle down
You’ve been a king
Without a crown
I used to want enough money so I don’t know nobody
Now I got me some money, feel I don’t know no body
Now they asking favours that I don’t owe nobody
I need strength, I see them fold like Origami
Plenty women and alcohol in the hotel lobby
Plenty niggas that claim they with us but we know they copy
*guitar solo*
[Verse 2]
Thought that shit'd be different when the bag straight
Thought we celebrating like my last days
I used to write in my room hoping that Pac would feel me
Now I write every bar hoping that Harry hear me
I'm tryna get in my zone, I don't need no one near me
No one near me, no competition, it's caught eye fearing
No competition but those before me I gave importance
I might need a double album if I tell my story
Tell my momma I love her more with every day
It's hard now but when I get it we go celebrate
Said my sister "aye thank you"
I know she had my back through everything so when I did it Imma give it back
Tell my brother I got you after my second plaque
Tell my niggas I love em and pray they never lack
And nothing promised, ain't nothing promised, remember that
Used to writing my truth, I can't hold nothing back