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