Headphones Lyrics – Lecrae, T.I., Killer Mike

Read the full Headphones lyrics by Lecrae, T.I. and Killer Mike along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Lecrae like Pray For Me and Mad At Today.

[Chorus: Lecrae]
And my brother got headphones in Heaven
I hope he hear this song, yeah, hey
And my mama got headphones in Heaven
I hope she hear this song, yeah

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
We went from nothing to hunnids to millis, man, who would’ve thunk it?
We went from running and ducking to running a Fortune 500
All of my people who held me down, now we lifting them up
Ain’t no more stressing or struggling or dreading the first of the month
Ain’t no keys in the trunk, ain’t no sleeping 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, living clean, got ’em calling me Reverend
Wish you could hear me now, 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 feeling
Walked through that alley and cried with my cousin that died
Left me broken, I still pray for healing
I know my destination
Know they patiently waiting
You can show me the ropes when I make it, until then keep playing my station

[Chorus: Lecrae]
Yeah, hey
And my brother got headphones in Heaven
I hope he hear this song, hey, yeah
And my mama got headphones in Heaven
I hope she hear this song

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
In another dimension
I know my auntie is grabbing my mama and man, they just hugging and kissing
And she’s saying, “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 sitting near them, like, “Look at that boy go to work”
I’m talking about my Uncle Jeffrey
My Uncle Carlton, my Uncle Henry, my Uncle Ant-Man, my Uncle Vincent
I be reminiscing, sipping on whiskey
Fly as a Frisbee, from family of Christians, but I’m living risky
Street dreaming, but demons won’t get me
The Lord had to fix me and God as my witness
Man, I be wishing 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 grinding 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

[Chorus: Lecrae, T.I.]
Yeah, hey
And my brother got headphones in Heaven
I hope he hear this song, hey, yeah (Okay)
And my momma got headphones in Heaven, yeah
I hope she hear this song

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Hey, Cap
You and Clay take care of each other up there, man
Pops, you and Precious, man, y’all hear me right?
Me and my guardian angels been arguing lately
‘Cause they say I won’t go with God tryna take me
Now Satan is on me, it’s taking its toll
Carried the weight, I know God in control
Bless me with all of the diamonds and gold
Stack so much dough ’til 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 running from something
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 feeling so lonely
Questioning, guessing and missing my homies
Disguising my tears, saying my prayers
Laughing out loud, talking to air
Saying 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