Cutting Them Loose Lyrics

Sweating, repping, a nuclear weapon

Respect is given, why less is hidden

I'm stepping, they still fretting

I'm cutting them loose, from their misdirection

A lyrical tirade

Doing things my way

More money more play

With her I will always stay

My prey, eating it everyday

Chasing these dreams

Making it seem, like it's all easy

Dreaming, screaming

I'm pleasing mainly

Sanely speaking

Been peaking, been seeking, words been tweaking

These words are cheeky, freaky

I'm seeking this rap game until my death

The grandmaster best

More or less

Deeds infest

I'm the meaning of the West

At the top of the hill

I'm at the crest

I'm blessed to be in this rap game at best

Sweating, repping, a nuclear weapon

Respect is given, why less is hidden

I'm stepping, they still fretting

I'm cutting them loose, from their misdirection

Sweating, repping, a nuclear weapon

Respect is given, why less is hidden

I'm stepping, they still fretting

I'm cutting them loose, from their misdirection

Bad boy or just real nice

I'm real wise

That bitch was just bad news, alright

Only one girl now why?

I found my best friend, my true love and we riding

Confiding, it's surprising

I'm not lying, she was the first one to believe in what I was making

The rap game now shaking

God forsaken

Brittle and breaking

What's in it for the takings?

In God I'm making, creating, shaping

These words come out my mouth with real meaning

It's seeming, that it's all dreaming?

I found real life in sign post meanings man

Sweating, repping, a nuclear weapon

Respect is given, why less is hidden

I'm stepping, they still fretting

I'm cutting them loose, from their misdirection

Sweating, repping, a nuclear weapon

Respect is given, why less is hidden

I'm stepping, they still fretting

I'm cutting them loose, from their misdirection

Crippled or broken?

Real or supposing?

Imagination or reality awoken

I've spoken

God writes my life and I was chosen

Poetry and prose in motion

Cut from potion

Good weed I been toking

Interwoven, coded in notions, bigger than the oceans

Criminal syndicates hosting

A dollar or a dime

Holla from the wine

I'm a hologram in your mind

Completely blind

Following the signs

It's just crime by design

Always on the grind

And they still ask

How do you shine?

Well what the fuck is the god damn time?

777

New York we're fine