(Hook)

The days are cold, livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're never over

(Verse 1)

If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud
Somewhere in me deep down, there's something in me he found
That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now
You try, it'll be them doors, Andre's phatom, believe me clowns
That means suicide homie, you'll never throw me
Off of this course, blow me
 [bad word] I do this all for the sport only
But I want it all, I'm not just talking awards homie
And the balls in my court, and it's lonely
On top of the world when you're the only
One with the balls in your shorts
To leave them jaws on the floor with no re-
morse, remember that when they get to doggin' you boy homie
So y'all can just get to bloggin' about bologna
I'm not gonna stop the saga
Continue, no stoppin' the force Obi
I'm moppin the floors with them, I keep tryna pass it
But they keep on droppin’ the torch
And it won't be, long til this sport is O-V-
E-R, Just Blaz and we knockin' them doors and no we
ain't pumpkins 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 me
Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P
Let me guide you through the smoke 
If only I wasn’t travellin' down this road by my lonely
No one who knew me like you will ever know me
I don't think you understand how much you meant to me

(Hook)

The days are cold, livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're never over

And it don't stop (oh)
And it don't quit (oh)
And it don't stop (oh)
And it don't quit (oh)
And I miss you (oh)
I just miss you (oh)
I just miss you (oh)
Homie, I'll never forget you (no)

(Verse 2)

For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life
So sick it'll blow up the mic, It'll put the dyna in mite
Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and [bad word] hisself
Tap dancin' all over the beat, it'll jump off the page and spit itself
Yeah it's the best thing I could do, right now for you Doodi is to rap
Sp I'mma [bad word] til' I die, yeah I'mma do it to death
And instead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate your life
Elevate to new height, step on the gas and accelerate, I'mma need two mics
Cuz the way that I'm feelin’ tonight, everything I can just do right
There's nothing that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm just too hyped
Just finished the rhyme and bust it and excuse the corny metaphor
They'll never catch up to all this energy that I've mustered
So God just help me out while I fight through this greivin' process
Tryna process this loss is makin' me nauseous
But this depression ain't takin me hostage
I've been patiently watchin' this game, pacin' these hallways
You had faith in me always
Proof you knew [bad word] out of this slump, rise from these ashes [bad word] right back on they asses, and go Mike Tyson on these [bad word] 
And Imma show 'em, blow 'em out the water, slaughter 'em homes
I'll own so many belts the only place they can hit me is below 'em
Homie I know I'm, never gonna be the same with you
I woulda never came in this game, I'm going insane without you
Matter of fact it was just the other night, had another dream about you
You told me to get up, I got up and spread my wings and I flew
You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you
You told me nah Dudey, you're not layin' on that table I knew
I was gonna make it, soon as you said think of Hailie, I knew
There wasn't