Cutting Them Loose
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
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
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Writer(s): Andrew Evans
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