Lyrics Call On - J.SHEP

Who was there
Who was there when you needed somebody to call on
Who was there when you needed somebody to call home
Who was there when you needed somebody to fall on
Who was there

Who was there
Who was there when you needed somebody to call on
Who was there when you needed somebody to call home
Who was there when you needed somebody to fall on
Who was there

I remember I was there
I remember all them times I scraped up nickels and dimes
At my grandmama house to pay on library fines, at school
Wasn't the most popular, but if a nigga wanted to get it poppin
I'll pop at his head, luckily I chose to stick with my vernacular
Teacher's thinking that I was awesome, I was spectacular
But they ain't know shii about the drugs being sold out my quarters
*beep* sold more than a quarter pound
Mama was struggling to even afford a quarter pounder
Cause she had 5 kids, and major debt behind her
My aunti was dealing with sickle-cell but she ain't let the devil decline her
My grandpa sat on recliner, drinking crown royal and talking banter
When I was 17 I was staying at my granny pad as a minor
Preparing for graduation, something so major was minor
In my life
Cause what you know bout dealing with bed bugs, roaches, and insects
People being parasitic, fake apologizing over text

Who was there when you needed somebody
Who was there when you called on somebody
I was there when you needed somebody
I was there when you called on somebody
Counting favors like I owe somebody
Who the hell is you, you is nobody
You don't mean shii to me no, mm yeah

Nowadays I just take that fake shii as a threat
How dare you try to establish some significance inside my life
When you ain't did shii but try to steer me left from right
I don't fuck with that shii
Hit my line when you wanting some shii
Tried to fuck on my bitch, I don't fuck with you bitch
You see me and try to dap
Every fiber in my bone wan buck with you bitch
But I just keep it PG, I dap and you joke with me
I stare you down listening
I can see the red in your eyes, you still a fiend
Disappointing that it turned out like this
But you can't save nobody that'll try to bite style
Is the gist, of this story
I did everything to put my brother on the right path, but it's his-story
I can't steer the whip
He gotta crack it himself, and I guess he did
That's prolly why that nigga was so pussy whipped

Lord look at this
I don't understand how you dealt with a Judas
Too many carbon copies of him causing mass shootings
If he'd steal from me, then he'd steal from his mother
I'm ashamed to ever called you my brother
Ya live and learn
The people you there for most in ya early life
Can be the reason to why you need a poltergeist
Cause I feel like the evil spirit be haunting me
The anger keeps me up at night
Asking rhetorical questions so I know I'm right
Never will you be able to call on me
Never will you be able to apologize
Never again will I hear your lies
Never again will I empathize
Never again will you terrorize, me