[Intro] How you actin' like you don't know me? Like I ain't been up in the D, bein' the illest MC Like I ain't bless yall with countless hits, make the fellas say And girls bounce they tits
[Verse 1] Listen, I am the game, and I ain't ashamed To say that it was I Who put the fucking "I" in the team Got Friends that be out gunnin, We all stunnas Reminisce on my past, and then I recall wonders I speed walk, long as I creep walk Under your skin Murder, Repeat, and get locked with them football numbers. (Proof) A wolf, the hunger, so prey, so redundant to say Want it all, so I stomach the hate I punish the game In the booth, it's the second coming Proof will stand next to no one The proof is inventive flow I Maneuver your flesh and bone wit' Your future is mine, I own it
[Hook] How you actin' like you don't know me How you actin' like you don't know me Like I ain't been up in the D, Being the Illest MC (Repeat x2)
[Verse 2] Man, if a nigga act up, i'll smack him outta character These rappers is embarrasin', capture my arrogance My accomplice is knowledge, these young bucks is dumb fucks The flow is priceless, fans give me thumbs up I hit a track harder than Obie's head And the only friends I fucked with is gone or dead My hunger is driven to challenge men, pen to pen And not to sell more records than Eminem Royal as jigga, gangsta as 'Fitty But to color your mind, im paintin' you history Thankful it is, to be crowned the great However, I won't lie on a verse, rehearse sounding fake I am Proof, and Proof is Detroit. Detroit is us, D12 is real, who more Detroit than us? We done bust shots for the block, and those that's locked, that love me It's cause of yall than I won't stop
[Hook]
[Outro: Young R.J.] Check it out, it's ya mans Young R.J Good lookin' for rappin' on the beat, Big proof, RIP