Crooked I - Not For The Weak Minded lyrics

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Music affects your brain

Whether people will admit it or not

And you don’t have to be weak minded for it to do something

All I wanna do is go harder and harder

Get smarter than Harvard, go hard with the slaughter

To keep it one hundred, I think the industry wanna see a nigga like me depart as a martyr

Walk in the water, the flow is immaculate

Reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as I'm rapping it

The track, I'm crashing it, making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident

‘Cause y'all ain't passionate, catch a jab to your abdomen

Then I'mma tap your chin, I'm a boss, you a applicant

Y'all cats pretend, never ever, ever rap again

Crooked I kick it in the hood, pistol to protect me ‘cause I'm figuring it could

Homie, I’m living like a genie in a lamp

Rub me wrong, I wish a nigga would

Killers ready to get dirty, some niggas who dress nerdy who ain't even touch 30

They quiet and ain't worthy, their firing ain't sturdy

I've been a couple of light years from any nigga that wanna discern me

So callate puto, Breaking Bad and I'm Tuco

Got the Hublot hanging out my bulletproof coupe, though

If you didn't, now you do know

Yo, light that up, pour that up

Middle finger music, throw that up

Act like this ‘cause we don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

‘Cause we don't give a fuck

Why should I, man, with my good eye

I can see all y'all snakes so I put my

Foot up your ass, kill ‘em with success

Look how I pass ‘em up, I'm like "Goodbye!"

Million dollar bitches get bucked in the face

If he ain't about money then your husband a waste

I'mma switch the scenery up to a bank

That's how a real nigga cut to the chase

Pour a little vodka, load the Glock up

Then roll some bomb up that'll blow Sadam up

Pull up in the drop with Snow Tha Product

We don't give a fuck is our code of conduct

I've been at the shit through customs since

Man, I've been broke, I've been homeless, you packing Benz

I've been at this since back when tax bracket shit was way past any practical math I did

Now I'm halfway past half to a capitalist

Three-fourths day of the year, stay rap, top of the list

Now I'm really getting my dividends and stacking up big

Gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit

‘Cause I've been a nobody so long, gonna readjust, get a North Hollywood home

Still close enough to deal with bullshit deals but yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam

All originality with a capital O

So the game wanna see a bitch broke with no soul

So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know

That I would rob these bitches ‘cause old habits die slow

Look, I never been a punk and I never been a bitch

So you bitches better run, we all know the benefits

‘Cause your 15's done when my 16's hit

Heard games are for fun but this game's bullshit

Bitch, no, I did not come this far to quit, this argument is not even real

Went from not having a pot to piss to coppin' whips and stocks and casas in hills

All these new bitches talking but chill

Watch when they get out of pocket, I'll kill

Any of them, got plenty of friends, at any event

I'll finish ‘em off, no question, no squeal

Yes, I am tired of all you sluts

That been coming in the game ‘cause you bought your butts

Now you wanna claim fame ‘cause some guy you fucked

Is giving you a hood pass, should’ve passed you up

But yup, of course you lie, sit there and organize, try to be more than just hoes

Umm, thinking you sort of tight ‘cause someone wrote your lines, thinking you whores have got flow

No, you can record the lies, gimme some more so I finally listen and hear dough

‘Cause I've been trying to hear competition for a god damn year

But don't hear shit but rip-offs and hoes

Get off the blow, get up and get y'all a show

I have been hitting the road, building my own

Little by little but no, I do it all on my own

Yes, I got dough, I don't split shit but to roll

Bitch, I can show y'all the ropes

All of you hoes that got cosigns, clothesline dry ass, stale ass bitches need those

I don't

Yo, light that up, pour that up

Middle finger music, throw that up

Act like this ‘cause we don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

‘Cause we don't give a fuck

In the underground they put me on the throne

In the mainstream they say I don't belong

Talk about a nigga only good for a freestyle, fuck that, we can go song-for-song

Word, I'm killing the best of men

Get rid of they next of kin, get rid of the pestilence

I give ‘em a testament, I'm rebuilding the West

And I'm pissing off in the coffin that you resting in

Skinny jeans and leggings, you're anything but legend

I really bring the weapons, the semi beam behead you

The guillotine'll sever my killing team and catch all my enemies

I bet you the ten of these will break you apart, yeah

Leaking in a puddle, whole hospital staff meeting in a huddle

Trying to figure out how to put your body parts back together just like the pieces of a puzzle

And I'm gone in the wind, yeah, I'm gone in the wind

I was fucked up, broke, really

Resting my Achilles, I'm balling again

Never going broke, say fuck that shit

Yeah, fuck that shit

She don't fuck with Snow, fuck that bitch

Fuck that bitch

Like imagination during masturbation

Fuck what you think, what the fuck did you think?

The day your opinions can cut me a check, that'll be the day I give a fuck what you think

You weak minded