[bad word] ]
The days are cold living without you,
The nights are long, I`m growing older,
I miss the days of old, 
Thinking about you,
You may be gone, but you`re never over.

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, 
No no one can beat me now,
You try, it`ll be them doors
On Dre`s phantom, 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 remorse, 
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 blazin` 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, G,
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...
 [bad word] 

And it don`t stop ooh,
And it don`t quit ooh,
And it don`t stop ooh, 
And it don`t quit ooh, 
And I miss you ooh, 
I just miss you ooh, 
I just miss you ooh, 
Homie, I`ll never forget you, no. 

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 doodi for you is to rap,
So 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 grievin` 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 [bad word] right back on they asses, 
And go Mike Tyson on these [bad word] 
And I`mma 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 without 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 no way that I 
Was gonna ever leave them babies, 
And Proof,
Not many are lucky enough 
To have a guardian angel like you,
Lord I`m so thankful, 
Please don`t think 
That I don`t feel