[Intro: Proof]
Ey yo from the politicians to D12
From the revelations of Heaven all the way to Hell
Sun is dying
[Verse 1: Proof]
I ain't trying to go as long as my grandpa
Give the kids the answer, "I had a fight with cancer"
I'm out, please pass the transfer
Don't hold me for ransom, tell Myra her grandson couldn't take it
Whoever knew all these years I grew and wouldn't make it
Tell me if the hood is sacred, then display hell on the block
Snitches, switches, ambitions, now you tell 'em to cock
My future fell on my props, but pop jetted like North West
Of course sex was all he expected, neglected our door step
(Now I feel rejected) so I turn to drugs burning but learned I was stuck with reality
Nothing to hold me down, they fuckin' with gravity
Iron right like they hit on Iron Mike, tryna die tonight
Can't think of one good reason why that fuck should try to fight
And by the life of my children that sit with great women
And it ain't that I'ma loser bitch, I just hate winnin'
It's in the bottom of the eighth inning, swingin' and ain't hittin'
The top up of the night, it's almost over we ain't pitchin'
You ain't even listen the top of the knife
And bitch we ain't pitchin' pitchin'
Ey yo from the politicians to D12
From the revelations of Heaven all the way to Hell
Sun is dying
[Verse 1: Proof]
I ain't trying to go as long as my grandpa
Give the kids the answer, "I had a fight with cancer"
I'm out, please pass the transfer
Don't hold me for ransom, tell Myra her grandson couldn't take it
Whoever knew all these years I grew and wouldn't make it
Tell me if the hood is sacred, then display hell on the block
Snitches, switches, ambitions, now you tell 'em to cock
My future fell on my props, but pop jetted like North West
Of course sex was all he expected, neglected our door step
(Now I feel rejected) so I turn to drugs burning but learned I was stuck with reality
Nothing to hold me down, they fuckin' with gravity
Iron right like they hit on Iron Mike, tryna die tonight
Can't think of one good reason why that fuck should try to fight
And by the life of my children that sit with great women
And it ain't that I'ma loser bitch, I just hate winnin'
It's in the bottom of the eighth inning, swingin' and ain't hittin'
The top up of the night, it's almost over we ain't pitchin'
You ain't even listen the top of the knife
And bitch we ain't pitchin' pitchin'
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