KXNG Crooked - Cut You Loose lyrics

It's February 28, 2017
I'm in the Mint Rooms
Glendale, California
Working on Good vs evil Part 2
Some old shit came up man
Had me feeling kinda nostalgic

I blended Malcom and Martin's names
Together for my motivation
That's King with a X, homie no relation
I'm cutting niggas loose like
The officers do when
They find the hogtied victims
After home invasions
I never let you tell me all I am
Kidnap the game give the
Federalli's my demand
See I shed so many tears now
It's Me Against The World
Cause some of my niggas
Fake as Makavelli's hologram
So we faced with a conundrum
Like um
Where's that different cloth niggas talk
About being cut from?
Wasn't so they was cutting sewn
Faux fur by the lump sum
I was descended of everything
You pretended to be
Indefinitely my pedigree is genetically
Embedded in my code
You can never been an image of me
You spit pathetically, I spit prophetically
Let it be known I predicted the
Very way the ending would be
You jealous of the real nigga in me
Incredibly soon as niggas put they
Pen to the beat
They definitively dinner to me, a killer MC
I better be
I grew up in the motherfucking the dumpster
When niggas try to rob you
You broke and they get pissed
Off and jumped you
Nigga you would have to go to Skid
Row to really know my hunger
Judge me motherfucker
You don't want to walk in my shoes
Lost and confused, talking to booze
Problems so I thought I would choose
A bottle just for solving my blues
It all was a ruse
The amount of alcohol I abused
Was like sipping with your straw in the pool
Couldn't follow the rules
Til I put together all of the clues
I'm reading more just to polish my jewels
Sharpened my views that's positive news
I'm rapping more maybe all of muse
Maybe all in a
When I speak the real gospel it moves
The audience more than all of them dudes
I paid my entire wallet in dues
No volatile fuse, now I Dalai Lama you fools
Ima standstill
Reduce a mountain to an anthill
Rocking them all grey Grant Hills
At seventeen I'm dropping
This whole year is getting wrapped up
Like I'm Uncle Murda mixed with Mad Skillz
Still niggas don't rap enough
Whole marketing plan is to be
On Instagram live acting up
Snapchat acting tough
Either that a rat known Vlad
And it's adding up
Cause fans ain't had enough
Just because a couple real MCs could go gold
That don't mean corporate america ain't got
The culture in a chokehold
These niggas still selling they souls
These niggas hoes
Ain't bros before hoes? The bro code
We ain't bros
As soon as you need to get hot
You calling one of these hoes
Woah
I'm still in the game, I'm still in my lane
Hundred diamonds still in the chain
I don't even wear it cause
I ain't feeling the same
Vibe when lyricists used to
Come outside to play
Y'all niggas is lame
I'm still bar raising and I'm still
A messiah of a dying art
You are the still star gazing
Still pulling strings like a
Playing a giant harp
Cigar blazing, lion heart, all praises
They love it when the God flow make moves
If they don't tell you I'm the
Best then it's fake news
Whether you black is Kevin Hart
Or whiter than bright Bart
I'm the illest hands down, so I can't lose
Illest hands down, so I can't lose