Lyrics:
And my brother got headphones in heaven
I hope he hear this song, yeah, hey
And my momma got headphones in heaven
I hope she hear this song, yeah

We went from nothin’ to hunnids to millies
Man, who would’ve thunk it?
We went from runnin’ and duckin’
To runnin’ a fortune five hundred
All of my people who held me down
Now we liftin’ them up
Ain’t no more stressin’ or strugglin’
Or dreadin’ the first of the month
Ain’t no keys in the trunk
Ain’t no sleepin’ in bunks
Granny said count your blessings
But if I could count them
It’d take me some months
Wish you could see me now
I’m livin’ clean, got em callin’ me Reverend
Wish you could hear me now
I hope you got you some headphones in heaven

Headphones in heaven, I wish I could tell them
I hope they can hear me, it’s so much I’m feelin’
Walked through that alley and cried
With my cousin that died
Left me broken, I still pray for healin’
I know my destination
Know they patiently waiting
You can show me the ropes when I make it
Until then keep playin’ my station

Yeah, hey
And my brother got headphones in heaven
I hope he hear this song, yeah, hey
And my momma got headphones in heaven
I hope she hear this song, yeah

In another dimension
I know my auntie is grabbin’ my mama and man
They just huggin’ and kissin’
And she’s sayin’, look at him, Niecy
Look, Denise, he went and did it
See, Niecy, he was like you
He was a artist, he get depressed and
Yeah, he was like you
Subject to trouble and few indiscretions
Yeah, he had to war with some demons
But beat him, now gon’ tell Miss Bettie
I’ma run and tell Mary
Miss Bettie gon’ tell Willie Burke
Michael made millions and traveled the Earth
I could see them, cheer them
Tuck and Bim sittin’ near them, like
Look at that boy go to work
I’m talkin’ about my Uncle Jeffrey
My Uncle Carlton, my Uncle Henry
My Uncle Ant-Man, my Uncle Vincent
I be reminiscin’, sippin’ on whiskey
Fly as a Frisbee
From family of Christians, but I’m livin’ risky
Street dreamin’, but demons won’t get me
The Lord had to fix me and
God as my witness

Man, I be wishin’ that family could listen
And heaven had headphones
I tell them, baby
All of them prayers you pray for me
All of them prayers, they paid off, like, baby
All of that grindin’ through time
And that pressure made diamonds
And now I’m like, baby
I pray that you hear me
Your prodigal son that came home
Baby, baby, baby

And my brother got headphones in heaven
I hope he hear this song, yeah, hey
And my momma got headphones in heaven
I hope she hear this song, yeah

Hey, Cap
You and Clay take care of each other up there, man
Pops, you and Precious, man, y’all hear me right?
I swear, me and my guardian angels been arguin’ lately
Cause they say I won’t go with God tryin’ to take me?
Now Satan is on me, it’s taking it’s toll
Carried the weight, I know God in control
Bless me with all of the diamonds and gold
Stack so much dough till it’s harder to fold
From millions, to thousands, to hundreds
Blessings from then until now in abundance
Commas on commas, made me a winner
Still I’m a sinner who runnin’ from somethin’
I made him a promise, no matter the sin
The devil never will win
I promise, if only you knew
In a sold out arena on stage
Still I’m feelin’ so lonely
Questionin’, guessin’, and missin’ my homie
Disguisin’ my tears, sayin’ my prayers
Laughin’ out loud, talkin’ to air
Sayin’ my peace when ain’t nobody there
Yeah, so many people give glory to me
When I know where the glory should be
You see, cause I know how the story began
So I know how my story could be
It’s a cold game if I told names of the
People who died, who done poured into me
If I tried to told you, song would’ve been over, man
Literally, we’d have run out of beat