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 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

Cuz 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 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 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 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