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