The days are cold without you The nights are long, I'm growing I miss the alone, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you're over
If Proof could see me now, I he'd be proud Somewhere in me down, there's something in me he found That made him believe in me, now no one can me now You try, be them doors, on Dre's Phantom believe me clowns That means homie, you'll never throw me Off of this course, me Bitch I do this all for the only But I want it all, I'm not just talking awards And the balls in my and it's lonely On top of the when you're the only One with the balls and shorts To them jaws on the floor with no re- Morse, remember that they get to doggin' you boy homie So y'all can just get to about bologna I'm not gonna the saga Continue, no stoppin' the Obi, I'm 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 E-R, just blazin' and we knockin' doors and no we Ain't on Halloween but we'll show up on your porch, so be what you say, there ain't no punks over here so follow me Through the fog I'm S-N-double-O-P Let me you through the smoke G If only I travellin' down this road by my lonely No one who knew me you will ever know me I think you understand how much you meant to me
The days are cold without you The nights are long, I'm growing I miss the alone, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you're never And it don't (oh) And it quit (oh) And it stop (oh) And it don't (oh) And I you (oh) I just you (oh) I miss you (oh) Homie I'll forget you (no)
For you, I write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, it'll put the in mite Yeah it'll the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit hisself Tap all over the beat, it'll jump off the page and spit itself Yeah the best thing I could do right now for you Doodi is to rap So I'm a fuck til I die, I'm a do it to death And itstead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate life Elevate to new height, step on the gas and accelerate, I'm a two mics 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 Just finished the rhyming and it and excuse the corny metaphor They'll catch up to all this energy that I've mustered So God just help me out while I fight this grievin' process Tryna process this loss is me nauseous But this depression ain't me hostage I've been patiently this game, pacin' these hallways You had in me always Proof you knew I'd come out of this slump, rise from ashes Come right back on asses, and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And I'm a show 'em, blow 'em out the slaughter 'em homes I'm on so many bells the place they can hit me is below Homie I know I'm, never gonna be the same you I woulda never came in this game, I'm going insane you Matter of fact it was just the other night, had another dream you You told me to get up, I got up and spread my and I flew You me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you You told me nah Doodi you're not layin' on that table I I was gonna make it, soon as you said of Hailie, I knew There wasn't no way that I was gonna ever leave babies, and Proof Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian like you Lord I'm so thankful, please don't I don't feel grateful, I do Just grant me the strength I need, for one more day to get through So homie this is song, I dedicate this to you I you Doodi
The days are cold without you The nights are long, I'm growing I the days alone, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you're over And it stop (oh) And it don't (oh) And it stop (oh) And it quit (oh) And I you (oh) I miss you (oh) I just you (oh) Homie I'll forget you (no)