Not For the Weak Minded lyrics

[Intro]
Music affects your brain
Whether people will admit it or not
And you don't have to be weak minded for it to do so

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
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*gga like me depart as a martyr
Walking on 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 an 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*gga would
Killers ready to get dirty
Some n*ggas who dress nerdy who ain't even touch 30
They quiet and ain't wordy, their firing ain't sturdy
I've been a couple of light years from any n*gga that wanna discern me
So callate puto, Breaking Bad and I'm Tuco
Got the Hublot hanging out the bulletproof coupe though
If you didn't, now you do know!
[Hook: Crooked I]
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

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
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 b*tches get f*cked 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*gga 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

[Verse 3: Snow Tha Product]
I've been at the sh*t through past due rents
Man I've been broke, I've been homeless, sh*t packed in bins
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 I rap top of the list
Now I'm really getting my dividends and stackin' up big
Gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this sh*t
'Cause I've been a nobody 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 16s hit
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, that in 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 you butts
Now you wanna claim fame 'cause some guy you f*cked
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 sh*t but ripoffs 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 know 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 ass
Stale ass b*tches need those, I don't!
[Hook: Crooked I]
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

[Verse 4: Crooked I]
In the underground they put me on the throne
In the mainstream they say I don't belong
Talk about a n*gga 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 ya
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, ugh
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 (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)
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!