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CROOKED I lyrics : "Not For The Weak Minded"

Music affects your brain
Whether people will admit it or not
And you have to be weak minded for 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 ^!$$% like me depart as a martyr
Walk in the water, the flow is immaculate
Reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as Iâ??m rapping it

The track Iâ??m crashing it, making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident
Cuz yâ??all ainâ??t passionate, catch a jab to your abdomen
Then Iâ??mma tap your chin, Iâ??m a boss, you a applicant

Yâ??all cats pretend (never ever ever rap again)
Crooked I kick it in the hood, pistol to protect me cuz Iâ??m figuring it could
Homie, Iâ??m living like a genie in a lamp

Rub me wrong, I wish a ^!$$% would
Killers ready to get dirty, some ^!$$%s who dress nerdy who ainâ??t even touch 30
They quiet and ainâ??t wordy, their firing ainâ??t sturdy

Iâ??ve been a couple of light years from any ^!$$% that wanna discern me
So callate puto, Breaking Bad and Iâ??m Tuco
Got the Hublot hanging out my bulletproof coupe though

If you didnâ??t, now you do know

Yo, light that up, pour that up

Middle finger music, throw that up
Act like this cuz we donâ??t give a $#&@
(We donâ??t give a $#&@)

Cuz we donâ??t give a $#&@

Why should I, man, with my good eye

I can see all yâ??all snakes so I put my
Foot up your $$#, kill em with success
Look how I pass em up, Iâ??m like â??Goodbye!â?

Million dollar (*##$es get bucked in the face
If he ainâ??t about money then your husband a waste
Iâ??mma switch the scenery up to a bank

Thatâ??s how the real ^!$$% cut to the Chase
Pour a little vodka, load the Glock up
Then roll some bomb up thatâ??ll blow Sadam up

Pull up in the drop with Snow Tha Product
We donâ??t give a $#&@ is our code of conduct


Iâ??ve been at the %#@! â?¦
Man Iâ??ve been broke, Iâ??ve been homeless, you packinâ?? Benz
Iâ??ve been at this since back when tax bracket %#@! was way past any practical math I did

Now Iâ??m halfway past half to a capitalist
Three-fourths day of the year â?¦
Now Iâ??m really getting my dividends and stackinâ?? up big

Gotta go back to where Iâ??m from to mentally handle this %#@!
Cuz Iâ??ve been a nobody so long, gonna readjust, get a North Hollywood home
Still close enough to deal with bull%#@! deals but yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam

All originality with a capital O
So the game wanna see a (*##$ broke with no soul
So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know

That I would rob these (*##$es because old habits die slow
Look I never been a punk and I never been a (*##$
So you (*##$es better run, we all know the benefits

Cuz your 15â?²s done when my 16â?²s hit
Heard games are for fun but this gameâ??s bull%#@!
(*##$, no I did not come this far to quit, this argument is not even real

Went from not having a pot to piss to coppinâ?? whips and stocks and casas in hills
All these new (*##$es talking but chill
Watch when they get out of pocket, Iâ??ll kill

Any of them, got plenty of friends, at any event
Iâ??ll finish em off, no question, no squeal
Yes I am tired of all you !@#%s

That been coming in the game cuz you bought your butts
Now you wanna claim fame cuz some guy you $#&@ed is giving you a hood pass, shoulda 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 cuz someone wrote your lines, thinking you !@^%s have got flow
No, you can record the lies, gimme some more so I finally listen and hear dough
Cuz Iâ??ve been trying to hear competition for a god damn year but donâ??t hear %#@! but ripoffs and hoes

Get off the blow, get up and get yâ??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 donâ??t split %#@! but to roll
(*##$ I can show yâ??all the ropes
All of you hoes that got cosigns, clothesline dry $$#, stale $$# (*##$es need those
I donâ??t


Yo, light that up, pour that up
Middle finger music, throw that up
Act like this cuz we donâ??t give a $#&@
(We donâ??t give a $#&@)
Cuz we donâ??t give a $#&@


In the underground they put me on the throne
In the mainstream they say I donâ??t belong
Talk about a ^!$$% only good for a freestyle, $#&@ that, we can go song-for-song
Word, Iâ??m killing the best of men

Get rid of they next of kin, get rid of the pestilence
I give em a testament, Iâ??m rebuilding the West and Iâ??m pissing off in the coffin that you resting in
Skinny jeans and leggings, youâ??re anything but legend
I really bring the weapons, the semi beam behead ya
The guillotineâ??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 Iâ??m gone in the wind, yeah, Iâ??m gone in the wind
I was $#&@ed up, broke, really
Resting my Achilles, Iâ??m balling again

Never going broke, say $#&@ that %#@! ($#&@ that %#@!)
Yeah $#&@ that %#@!
She donâ??t $#&@ with Snow, $#&@ that (*##$ ($#&@ that (*##$)
$#&@ that (*##$
Like imagination during masturbation
$#&@ what you think, what the $#&@ did you think
The day your opinions can cut me a check, thatâ??ll be the day I give a $#&@ what you think

You weak minded

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