Lyrics Proof - Cozz

Huh, straight from 93′

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)