Stevie Crooks - Cyclops (The Proof) lyrics

[Verse 1: Stevie Crooks] Fresh off a cloud Waves like a Armadillo, my silk du-rag is proud I'm too fly for ya Leopard fur on my shorty, I think that it died on her They say I'm a fool I say Cest la vie... cause since a child I love the zoo Now it's polar bear on the floor Lion head up on my shoulder, but I ain't Macklemore More like I'm Jaffe Joffer Give me back to back black Rovers So we park and pack the corner Let y'all n***as live, but this year know it's game over Coming at careers taking styles makin' 'em colder Hol' up, they say I sound like Hov It's a compliment, but really I'm a monster with flow Fe fi fo, stomp a hole through your whole gang Not Goliath, not a titan throwing lightning at the game [Hook: Stevie Crooks] They say I ain't never gon' be sh**, but you 'bout to see You 'bout to see, you 'bout to see They say I ain't never gon' be rich, but you 'bout to see You 'bout to see, n***a you 'bout to see They say I ain't never gon' be sh**, but you 'bout to see You 'bout to see, n***a you 'bout to see They say I ain't never gon' be sh**, but you 'bout to see You 'bout to see, you 'bout to see [Verse 2: Stevie Crooks] Fresh off a cup Full of venom from a viper mixed with Hen rock and a dutch f** wrong with this n***a? Who do he think he be? I be that skinny mutha-f**a f**in' up the I.E Mami, my n***as with it, hope that yo' shorties is with it My broadies know how to get it Roll the dro and just give it all you got f** who be hot, cause all I know is legendary Underground n***a but I love canaries The floating paradox Can out-rap you n***as play some Common and then the LOX Play the Fugees and Meek Mill I blast trap then blast jazz then whip the Jag with the sleek wheels Flexanomics vanity slave… whips and chains They say I changed cause I done got some change They told me I ain't never gon' be rich? Let's make 'em hurt Well I'm back up in this b**h, well I'm back up in this b**h [Hook: Stevie Crooks] [Verse 3: Kris Kasanova] And I'm fresh off a homi Kept the piece like I'm Ghandi BK is where you can find me I got my city behind me n***a picture me rollin' Plus the sh** that I'm smoking potent and got us all floatin' This for my blood who be buggin' This for my cousin who loc-in Twist yo' fingers my n***a, let them see that you important As I ride through the city, shotgun I keep me a biddy I be rubbin' her titties while she be lip-synching Biggie Hypnotize look me in my eyes, shorty would you ride for me? Hand up on the Bible would you lie for me? King of the city what I gotta be Last year they ain't believe, I think I deserve an apology Pardon me, a part of me wants to come murk you Saw me on T.V., now they think I'm going commercial f** that, I rap circles around your rap circles Dress shirt you, black hearse you You 'bout to see [Hook: Stevie Crooks]