[Chorus] days are cold livin’ without you nights are long, I’m growing older I miss the of old, thinkin’ about you may be gone, but you’re never over [Verse 1] If could see me now, I know he’d be proud Somewhere in me deep there’s something in me he found That made him in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it’ll be them doors on Phantom, believe me clowns That means suicide homie, you’ll never throw Off of this blow me Bitch I do this all for the sport But I want it all, I’m just talking awards homie And the balls my court and it’s lonely On top of the world when you’re the One with the balls and shorts To leave them jaws on floor with no re-morse, remember when they get to doggin’ you boy homie So y’all can just get bloggin’ about bologna I’m not gonna stop the continues, no stoppin’ force Obi, I’m moppin the with them, I tryna pass it, but they keep on droppin’ the torch and it won’t be, long til sport is O-V-E-R, Just Blaze and me, we are them doors and no we ain’t pumpkins on Halloween but we’ll show up on porch, so be careful what you say, there ain’t no punks over here so me Through the fog I’m S-N-double-O-P Let me guide you through the G If only I wasn’t travellin’ down this road by my No one who knew me like will ever know me I don’t think you understand how you meant to me [Chorus] [Bridge] And it don’t (oh) it don’t quit (oh) And it don’t (oh) And it don’t quit And miss you (oh) I just miss you I miss you (oh) Homie I’ll never forget (no) [Verse 2] For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of life So it’ll blow up the mic, It’ll put the dyna in mite Yeah make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit hisself Tap dancin’ all over the beat, it’ll jump off the page spit itself Yeah it’s best thing I could do right now Doody for you is to rap SO Imma fuck til I die, Imma do it to death And itstead mourning your death, I’d rather celebrate your life Elevate to new height, step on gas and accelerate, Imma need two mics Cuz the way that I’m tonight, everything I can just do right nothing that I can do wrong, I’m too strong and I’m just too hyped Just finished rhyme and buss it’, excuse the corny metaphor They’ll never catch up (ketchup) to all this energy that I’ve mustered So God just help me out while I fight through this process lyrics of www.killerhiphop.com Tryna process loss is makin’ me nauseous But depression ain’t takin me hostage I’ve been watchin’ this game, pacin’ these hallways You had in me always Proof knew I’d come out of this slump, rise from these ashes Come right back on they asses, go Mike Tyson on these bastards And Imma show ‘em, blow ‘em out water slaughter ‘em homes I’mma own so many belts the only they can hit me is below ‘em Homie I know I’m, never gonna be the same without I never woulda came in this game, I’m going without you Matter of fact it was just other night, had another dream about you You told me to get up, I got up, I spread wings and I flew You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to you You told me nah Doodi you’re not on that table I knew I gonna make it, soon as you said think of Hailie, I knew There wasn’t no that I was ever gonna leave them babies, and Proof not many are lucky enough to have a guardian angel like Lord I’m so thankful, please don’t think I don’t grateful, I do Just grant me the strength that I need, for one day to get through So homie this is your song, I dedicate to you love you Doody [Chorus] And it don’t (oh) And it don’t (oh) And it don’t stop And it don’t (oh) And I miss you I just miss you just miss you (oh) Homie I’ll forget you (no) [End]