[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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] me wrong, I wish a [bad word] 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 [bad word] that wanna discern me
So callate [bad word]  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 cuz we don't give a [bad word] (We don't give a [bad word] 
Cuz we don't give a [bad word] 
[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 [bad word]  kill em with success
Look how I pass em up, I'm like "Goodbye!"
Million dollar [bad word] 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 the real [bad word] 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 [bad word] is our code of conduct

[Verse 3: Snow Tha Product]
I've been at the [bad word] through past due rents
Man I've been broke, I've been homeless, [bad word] packed in bins
I've been at this since back when tax bracket [bad word] 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 [bad word] Cuz I've been a nobody so long, gonna readjust
Get a North Hollywood home
Still close enough to deal with [bad word] deals
But yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam
All originality with a capital O
So the game wanna see a [bad word] broke with no soul
So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know
That I would rob these [bad word] because old habits die slow
Look I never been a punk and I never been a [bad word] So you [bad word] [bad word]  we all know the benefits
Cuz your 15's done when my 16's hit
Heard games are for fun but this game's [bad word] [bad word]  no I did [bad word] this far to quit
This argument is not even real
Went from not having a pot to [bad word] to coppin' whips
And stocks and casas in hills
All these new [bad word] talking but chill
Watch when they get out of pocket, I'll kill
Any of them, got plenty of friends, in any event
I'll finish em off, no question, no squeal
Yes I am tired of all you [bad word] That [bad word] in the game cause you bought your butts
Now you wanna claim fame cuz some guy you [bad word] 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