Weakminded

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

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

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

Cuz 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 cuz 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 wordy, 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 the 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 cuz we don't give a fuck

(We don't give a fuck)

Cuz 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 fucked 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 past due rents

Man I've been broke, I've been homeless, shit packed in bins

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 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 shit

Cuz 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 because 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

Cuz 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, that in 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 you butts

Now you wanna claim fame cuz 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

Cuz I've been trying to hear competition for a God damn year

But don't hear shit 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 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!

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 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

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 (fuck that shit)

Yeah fuck that shit

She don't fuck with snow, fuck that bitch (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!