Cyclops - Three Down Lyrics

Cyclops three down rep that Bankset heavy
My dogs all hounds dressed up in they bellies
Lights off tools out bro got that grip steady
Icons underground but this shit's elementary
Come at them with that stupid flow this shit is automatic
Bro turning up the radio he bumping to that Bankset
Fit all black like an emo pharmacy inside my jacket
I was such a good kid my mum like I don't know how that happened
Use to dream about this shit when I was just a little man
Now me and like three other bros all squeezed inside a tour van
Drove a whole eight hours just to do the show and drive right back
Riding through the trenches shout out dead end shout out all the fans
Got a bag of the green and couple of the white
Just bought a little bottle and I mixed with the Ribe
Might get a little faded just to kill a little time
Living out my father's dreams can't believe these heights
Windows all the way up while we smoking on that sticky
Bro never thought to mention we was stopping at the BP
Showed up same time as the army they was wearing blickies
Bro just took a hit now he sketching yeah he tripping
Out here making history it's all part of the job
Just pulled up to the hotel elevator to the top
Six hundred on two nights like bag don't ever stop
My bro's got the toolies always ready for an op
Cyclops three down rep that Bankset heavy
My dogs all hounds dressed up in they bellies
Lights off tools out bro got that grip steady
Icons underground but this shit's elementary
Come at them with that stupid flow this shit is automatic
Bro turning up the radio he bumping to that Bankset
Fit all black like an emo pharmacy inside my jacket
I was such a good kid my mum like I don't know how that happened
Shouting double cup sipper
On the stage with Sage and Skiller
Wasn't born lead a normal life nah I been living bigger
My team know that I deliver
Bring the flavor no vanilla
Turn the heat all the way up let that mother f*cker simmer
Not a saint nor a sinner just a loser with a sick flow
Never use to fit in now they trying to get my info
Got the whole room bouncing up and down on they tip-toes
Mother f*ckers talk shit but it's me taking the win though
Trying to go out celebrate after the show
Some hella baddies here in welly I feel like a hoe
Bitch want my dick down in the alley but I told her no
You're very pretty but you smell like whisky and patron
Blowing up my phone it's like I cannot get a day off
Got a problem with me and you think I give a f*ck what
Never use to feel me now I got something that they want
Ain't even subtle 'bout it stupid ass bitch, f*ck off
Cyclops three down rep that Bankset heavy
My dogs all hounds dressed up in they bellies
Lights off tools out bro got that grip steady
Icons underground but this shit's elementary
Come at them with that stupid flow this shit is automatic
Bro turning up the radio he bumping to that Bankset
Fit all black like an emo pharmacy inside my jacket
I was such a good kid my mum like I don't know how that happened