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Proof
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Proof was released on February 13, 2018 by J. Cole/ DreamVille as a part of the album Effected
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Release DateFebruary 13, 2018
LabelJ. Cole/ DreamVille
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cozz
Cozz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cozz
Cozz
Composer
C. Mayhew
C. Mayhew
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
C. Mayhew
C. Mayhew
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Huh, straight from '93
[Verse 2]
Look, drippin' all I got is juice
All about my business and still ain't bought a suit
Women still follow suits, them **** gon' follow too
As long as you got a bottle
Them models gonna swallow too
She probably gonna swallow too
Me and my homeboy, it's hard to gargle the truth
Girl do what you gotta do
I ain't giving her cat the hat though, dog, I ain't Dr. Seuss
I been talking that knowledge
My following is the proof
It's that rhymes that got'em hostage
Or am I just kind of cute
I'm not Vietnamin' they troops
Whenever I gotta shoot
Don't be trying to photobomb
Gotta stay picture perfect
Sick for certain, but still got a whole lot to prove
Whenever I got the booth
I get to slaughtering you
My slobbering cause no pool
And another loss of a tooth
Use a artist carcass for food
Oh you thought that you got the flu?
Yeah, you thought you were sick
'Til I brought you the soup
Your family are the soup
Seen your lyrical gat man
What you gon' do with that
You **** 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 trying to cop jewels
A couple of cars, too
Menage with some large boobs
But don't you call me a fool
I know none of these things is real
Yeah, trust me, I see it well
It's the size of a sea's whale
Picture couldn't be bigger
But shit, I got dreams still
Better act like you got a clue
I'm fucking with Dreamville
Just because they got loot (Cha-ching)
Ha, naw, salute
I'm playin', it's not true
You know what I mean well
As I watch the team build
The family tree swells, well
The dream team gone crazy on beats
We don't think insanity 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 grantin' me bail
Better shackle me well
'Cause if them shackles do crack
Then Cody Mac gon' be hell
Gon' be ballin' like Shaq
For real, your woman back in the field
She gon' 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
Written by: C. Mayhew, Cozz
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