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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-ggas 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 t-tan throwing lightning at the game

[hook: stevie crooks]
they say i ain’t never gon’ be sh-t, 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-gga you ’bout to see
they say i ain’t never gon’ be sh-t, but you ’bout to see
you ’bout to see, n-gga you ’bout to see
they say i ain’t never gon’ be sh-t, 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-ck wrong with this n-gga? who do he think he be?
i be that skinny m-th–f-cka f-ckin’ up the i.e
mami, my n-ggas 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-ck who be hot, cause all i know is legendary
underground n-gga but i love canaries
the floating paradox
can out-rap you n-ggas 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-tch, well i’m back up in this b-tch

[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-gga picture me rollin’
plus the sh-t 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-gga, let them see that you important
as i ride through the city, shotgun i keep me a biddy
i be rubbin’ her t-tties 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-ck that, i rap circles around your rap circles
dress shirt you, black he-rs- you
you ’bout to see

[hook: stevie crooks]

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