Proof

[Intro] Huh, straight from 93' [Verse] Look, drippin', all I got is juice All about my business and still ain't buy the suit Women still follow suits, them nigga's go follow too As long as you got a bottle them models gonna swallow too She probably gonna swallow two Me and my homeboy, it's hard to gargle the truth Girl do what you got to do I ain't givin' her cat the head, though; dog, I ain't Dr. Seuss I've been talkin' that knowledge my followin' is the proof Is that rhymes that's got 'em hostage or am I just kinda cute? I'm not Vietnamin' they troops, whenever I got to shoot Don't be tryin' no photobomb, got to stay picture perfect Sick for certain, but still got a whole lot to prove Whenever I got the booth, I get to slaughterin' you My slobberin' 'cause no pool and another loss of a tooth Use a artist carcass for food, oh you thought you caught the flu Yeah, you thought you were sick, until I brought you the soup Your family oughta sue, seen your lyrical gat' man What you gonna do with that? You nigga's couldn't kill jack You lookin' just like Aku, like cartoons Was the diamond in the rough, now Cozz the one that drop jewels Still tryin' to cop jewels, a couple of cars too Menage with some large boobs, but don't you call me no fool I know none of these thing is real Yeah, trust me I see it well, it's the size of sea's whale Pictures couldn't be bigger, but shit I got dreams still Better act like you got a clue, I'm fuckin' with Dreamville Just because they got Lute (cha-ching), (haha) naw, salute I'm playin', it's not true, you know I mean well As I watch the team build, the family tree swells, well The dream team goin' crazy on beats we don't think it's sellin' And seems to sell, cursed with a gift, profanity, jingle bells Are actually Annabelle, challenge me and you fail Whole faculty gettin' killed, catch me, get sent to jail Without writtin' me bill, better shackle me well 'Cause if them shackles do crack then Cody Mac gone be hell Gone be ballin' like Shaq, for real, your woman back in the field She gone want the sack like I pass in the NFL Point the finger like Uncle Sam and get taxed for real So, don't be scared, just relax and chill (Relax and chill, motherfucker chill)