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crooked i – not for the weak minded lyrics

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 n-gg- 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 p-ssionate, 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 n-gg- would
killers ready to get dirty, some n-gg-s who dress nerdy who ain’t even touch 30
they quiet and ain’t worthy, their firing ain’t st-rdy
i’ve been a couple of light years from any n-gg- 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 f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
’cause we don’t give a f-ck

why should i, man, with my good eye
i can see all y’all snakes so i put my
foot up your -ss, kill ’em with success
look how i p-ss ’em up, i’m like “goodbye!”
million dollar b-tches 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 n-gg- 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 f-ck is our code of conduct

i’ve been at the sh-t 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 sh-t 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 sh-t
’cause i’ve been a n-body so long, gonna readjust, get a north hollywood home
still close enough to deal with bullsh-t deals but yet far enough to be where latin folks roam
all originality with a capital o
so the game wanna see a b-tch broke with no soul
so i grasp it tight because a chick like me know
that i would rob these b-tches ’cause old habits die slow
look, i never been a punk and i never been a b-tch
so you b-tches better run, we all know the benefits
’cause your 15’s done when my 16’s h-t
heard games are for fun but this game’s bullsh-t
b-tch, no, i did not come this far to quit, this argument is not even real
went from not having a pot to p-ss to coppin’ whips and stocks and casas in hills
all these new b-tches 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 sl-ts
that been coming in the game ’cause you bought your b-tts
now you wanna claim fame ’cause some guy you f-cked
is giving you a hood p-ss, should’ve p-ssed 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 wh-r-s 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 compet-tion for a god d-mn year
but don’t hear sh-t 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 sh-t but to roll
b-tch, i can show y’all the ropes
all of you hoes that got cosigns, clothesline dry -ss, stale -ss b-tches 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 f-ck
we don’t give a f-ck
’cause we don’t give a f-ck

in the underground they put me on the throne
in the mainstream they say i don’t belong
talk about a n-gg- only good for a freestyle, f-ck 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 p-ssing 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 f-cked up, broke, really
resting my achilles, i’m balling again
never going broke, say f-ck that sh-t
yeah, f-ck that sh-t
she don’t f-ck with snow, f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch
like imagination during masturbation
f-ck what you think, what the f-ck did you think?
the day your opinions can cut me a check, that’ll be the day i give a f-ck what you think
you weak minded

- crooked i lyrics

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