[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'

[Chorus: Proof (Bizarre)]

Nothing but drugs approach me (Approach me)

I won't stop trying to OD (I wanna OD)

Where's the flames or is Heaven smoking? (Is it smoking?)

Asking God, does He really know me? (Do you really know me?)

[Verse 2: Proof]

And what the fuck I wanna be here for?

My friends got money, but it's like they wanna see me poor

But like that homie, shit ain't gon' be no more

'Cause I'ma take you to slope, so you could see me go

It's like scrappin' with a homeless man for his space

It's like a enemy from your past, but you don't know his face

That's it, nothing clever the chorus really listen to it

Ain't no gimmick to it, war we can get into it

This microphone let me spit into it [*proof spit*]

Fuck this game, real shit you didn't do it

This game is a drug, I'ma OD for ya

Vomit the industry lives on a four-leaf clover

In hot pursuit and the Glock will shoot

You can't knock the Proof, one thing I got is truth (What?)

So here's the word to the wise, Big and 'Pac didn't motherfucker

I'm deserving to die, I'm coming

[Chorus: Proof (Bizarre)]

Nothing but drugs approach me (Approach me)

I won't stop trying to OD (I wanna OD)

Where's the flames or is heaven smoking? (Is it smoking?)

Asking God, does he really know me? (Do you really know me?)

[Ad-libs: Bizarre]

Do you really know me motherfucka?

Do you know the shit I been through?

Do you know the drugs I take?

The hoes I fuck? The niggas I beat up?

It's D-12 motherfucka, and you don't know me

Dirty Harry a little skinny motherfucka that'll fuck you up

Chris Rock your brother, bitch

[Chorus: Proof]

Nothing but drugs approach me

I won't stop trying to OD

Where's the flames or is heaven smoking?

Asking God, does he really know me?

Nothing but drugs approach me

I won't stop trying to OD

Where's the flames or is heaven smoking?

Asking God, does he really know me?

Know me!