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