Huh, straight from '93

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