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