Oh
If heaven
Had a telephone
I'd call big homie up
And tell em
Go head
Send ya home
I feel alone
Around these clones
I'd never sell my soul
I feel alone
Around these clones
I'd never sell my soul
Sell my soul
Ouuuu
If heaven
Had a telephone
I'd call big homie up
And tell em
Go head
Send ya home
I feel alone
Around these clones
I'd never sell my soul
I feel alone
Around these clones
I'd never sell my soul
Sell my soul
Yeah
You told me
"Be patient
Just stick to the rappin
No need to be
Out here
Wit niggas
Who addicted to action
Gifted lil nigga
What you possess
Is similar to magic
You murder a track
In a fact
You leave the bitch
In a casket
Let em have it
Every time you
On the mic
You attack it
They do it for
Fashion
You in it for
The passion of
Crafting
Since a youngin
Lyrically thuggin
You came up from
Nothing
I see you hustin
Out here
Bustin onions
Ain't none
Of em fronted"
But bro
I wish you would've
Called me
Though we don't
Talk that often
There's a problem
Ima solve it
Now I'm out
Here dissolving
On my blood brother
My mother
My sister
My nephew
And nieces
I'd send you every
Track for a nigga
Ever released it
Letting the rain
Wash my woes
As I'm out here
Falling to pieces
Water falling from
My eyes
As a nigga lace up
His sneakers
Tell me this can't
Be reality
Clouds
Are coming down on me
Options
Are to blow
Or either die
Another causality
But nigga you
Believed in me
No one thought
It would be this way
Never thought
I'd dreamed the day
Never thought
I'd dreamed the day
Never thought
I'd dreamed the day
Never thought
I'd dreamed the day
Never thought
I'd dreamed the day
Oh
If heaven
Had a telephone
I'd call big homie up
And tell em
Go head
Send ya home
I feel alone
Around these clones
I'd never sell my soul
I feel alone
Around these clones
I'd never sell my soul
Sell my soul
Ouuuu
If heaven
Had a telephone
I'd call big homie up
And tell em
Go head
Send ya home
I feel alone
Around these clones
I'd never sell my soul
I feel alone
Around these clones
I'd never sell my soul
Sell my soul