I wish heaven had a hotline
So we could chop it up like old times
I wish heaven had a hot line
So we could chop it up like old times
You my bro for life man, death couldn't do us part
They say good things don't last
I heard that death don't hurt
They say the bad die last
Oh they say the good go first
You left in September
You left in September
Oh you left in September, oh you left
You left in September
I remember when, September two-seven
10:27PM, the phone in my left hand
I heard all this news that I could not even believe in
I called your phone twice, it kept on ringing
I never though you would be leaving before
I said Goodbye and kicked it with you again
All of that time I spent grieving,
I found something within that pushed me harder to win
I heard familiar people, that I had once respected
Where present in that vehicle, but say they ain't connected
They swear they don't know nothing, but I know that's just the lawyers
I don't believe they stories, my heart is too damn loyal
So I'll walk the distance for you, I'll do this music for you
I'll do this fly shit for you, these plans could not be foiled
I wish prayers could restore you, but if God needed you more than me
I'd be selfish asking for you
I'd be selfish not to shine, and put on for Exit 9
I'd be foolish if I settled for something less than perfect
I'd be selfish not to go hard
I'd be selfish not to ball out for the
Name on the front and not the back of my Jersey
They say good things don't last
I heard that death don't hurt
They say the bad die last
Oh they say the good go first
You left in September
You left in September
Oh you left in September, oh you left
You left in September
Since you been gone we became closer
You done picked me up at my lowest
You the only one could of known it
That I would grow up to be the coldest
Everyone didn't even see it
You believed in me before I did
Sometimes I wonder why He chose you
Sometimes I wonder why they chose you
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gon' do
You the one that I looked up to man
Can't believe that you died by the tool man
Had to move that green just to make that green
If you live by the streets then you die by 'em
I got no more tears I got no more hate
But I still think about it when I lay down
Wish you had that heat by your side,
Wish I could been right by your side
They say good things don't last
I heard that death don't hurt
They say the bad die last
Oh they say the good go first
You left in September
You left in September
Oh you left in September, oh you left
You left in September
I wish heaven had a hotline
So we could chop it up like old times
I wish heaven had a hotline
So we could chop it up like old times
Chino!
This Shotta Spence man
They got me out here rapping and shit like you, huh
They ain't never seen this coming
You knew it though, you knew it
Remember that time y'all was showing me the Aqua 8's
The Jordan 8's was about to come out,
I was like in middle school and shit
And I was like, "Oh my god, the Aqua 8's!"
Y'all was roasting me the whole damn summer
Y'all was roasting me for like three
Years after that shit too, that shit was funny
Now I can buy like 150 pairs of them bitches
Flex
I miss you big dog