[Intro: Gospel-trap male lead, church piano chords, low hum before the 808] Two mics on the stage and one stays on the stand Lord, this one's for Dre, put your hands up for the man [Verse 1: Gospel-trap male lead, booming 808 bass, hard trap drums, preachin' gospel-trap flow] Sixth grade, back of the bus, we wrote rhymes across our hands Dre had all the hooks and I had verses and the plans Every lunch we beat the table till the lunch lady came Swore one day a thousand people gonna holler out our name Seventeen years of open mics, of empty rooms and rain Splittin' every dollar, every motel, every pain Then the headline show came through with both our faces on the bill And in March I got a call at three, and the whole world got still Hallelujah, I still booked it, I still showed up for the date Kept his mic up on the stand like a plate you fix and wait [Hook: Gospel-trap male lead, full gospel-trap drums, huge preachin' hook] I know his verse by heart, every word he ever said Got it in my chest where the stitches still red Hallelujah, if I say it, will it bring him back? I know it by heart, and my heart can't hold all that [Verse 2: Gospel-trap male lead, booming 808 bass, church piano chords, heavier gospel-trap delivery] Showtime, Saturday, a thousand people packed inside Walked out to the light alone with nobody at my side Did our set, every song, I did his parts and mine Till the beat for Ninth Street came, the one with his last line I stepped back from his mic, I wasn't gonna touch it Gonna let his sixteen ride on empty air, I trusted Every soul in there would understand the gap Amen, I bowed my head and let the beat run back Then a girl up front started mouthin' the first line Then the row behind, the balcony, the bouncers, every bar [Hook: Gospel-trap male lead, full gospel-trap drums, huge preachin' hook] I know his verse by heart, every word he ever said Got it in my chest where the stitches still red Hallelujah, if I say it, will it bring him back? I know it by heart, and my heart can't hold all that [Verse 3: Gospel-trap male lead with the whole room rapping Dre's verse, room takes his verse, 808 and piano only] Ninth Street raised me loud, I was born on the knock Mama on the double so I wrote around the clock Got a partner with the verses and a hook in my teeth We gon' make 'em say our names from the hills to the street If I go before the show, keep my mic up on the stand I'll be in the room regardless, I'll be up there with the band Hallelujah, hear 'em say it, every word and every line A thousand voices carryin' him, and not a single one was mine I just stood there with my hand up, Lord, I let 'em take his time [Final Hook: Gospel-trap male lead, full gospel-trap drums, biggest preachin' hook] I know his verse by heart, every word he ever said Got it in my chest where the stitches still red Hallelujah, if I say it, will it bring him back? I know it by heart, and my heart can't hold all that [End]
