Proof - Cozz

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)