Chords for Crooked I Ft. Snow Tha Product - Not For The Weakminded Prod. Jonathan Elkaer
Tempo:
127.9 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
G
Cm
C
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Music affects your brain, whether people admit it or not, [E] and you don't have to be [Eb] weak-minded for it to do so.
All I wanna [G] do is go [C] harder and [A] harder, get [Eb] smarter than Harvard, go hard with the slaughter, to keep it 100, I think that each dream wanna see a nigga like me.
You part as a [G] martyr, walk in the water, the [C] flow is immaculate, [Eb] reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as I'm rapping it.
The track I'm crashing it, [Gm] making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident.
Cause y'all ain't [C] passionate, [D] catch a [Eb] jab to your abdomen, then I'ma tap your chin, I'ma boss you a applicant, y'all cats pretend, never ever ever [G] rap again.
Crooked eye, kick [C] it in the [D] hood, pistol [Eb] 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 nigga [G] would.
Killers ready [C] to get [D] dirty, some niggas [Eb] who dress nerdy, who ain't even touch sturdy, they quiet and ain't wordy, they fire and ain't sturdy.
I been a couple of light years for many [G] niggas that wanna discern me, so God [C] they [D] kudos, [Eb] breaking bad and I'm truthful.
Got the huge blow hanging out the bulletproof kudos, if you didn't then you do know.
[G] Light that up, hold [Cm] that [Eb] up, middle finger music, don't mess up.
I write this cause we don't give a [G] fuck.
Why should I man with [Cm] my good [Eb] 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 [Gm] goodbye, million dollar bitches get [Cm] fucked in the [Eb] face.
If he ain't a bad money then your husband a waste, I'ma switch the scenery up to a bank.
That's how a real nigga cut to the [Gm] chase, pour a little vodka, load [Cm] the Glock [Eb] up, then roll some bomb up that'll blow Stama.
Pull up in the drop with Snow to Prada, we don't give a fuck cause I call the condo.
I [Gm] been at this shit through [Cm] past two rents, [Eb] man I been broke, I been homeless, shit packed in bins.
I been at this since back when tax brackets shit was way past any practical math I did.
Now [G] I'm halfway past half to a [Cm] capitalist, [Eb] three-fourths dead, yeah to the rap capitalists.
Now I'm really getting my dividends and stacking the bins, gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit.
[D] Cause I been an old body so long, gotta readjust, get [Eb] a North Hollywood home.
Feel close enough to deal with bullshit deals but yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam.
All [G] originality with a capital O [D] so the game wanna see [Eb] a bitch broke with no soul.
So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know that I would rob these bitches cause old habits die slow.
Look I never [Gm] been a punk and I never been a bitch [C] so you bitches [Eb] better run, we all know the benefits.
Cause your 15's dumb with my 16's hip, heard games out for fun but this game's bullshit.
[G] Bitch, no I did not come this far to quit, [Eb] this argument is not even real.
Went from not having a pot to piss to coppin' whips and socks and costas in heels.
All [G] these new bitches talkin' but chill, [D] watch when they get [Eb] out the pocket or kill.
Any of them got plenty of friends that in any event'll finish them off no question or squeal.
Yes [G] I am tired of all you sluts, [C] that been coming [D] in the game [Eb] cause you bought two bucks.
And now you wanna claim fame cause I'm God you fucks, giving you a hood pass should've passed you off.
But [G] yuh, of course you lost, get [Cm] there and [Eb] organize, try to be more than just ho.
I'm thinking you sorta tight, that someone wrote you lines, thinking you whores have got flow.
No, [G] you can record the lies, give me [Eb] some more so I finally listen and hear, go.
Cause I've been trying to hear competition for a goddamn year and don't hear shit but rip-offs and hoes.
Get [G] off the blow, get up and get [Cm] y'all a show, [Eb] I have been hitting the road.
Building my own, little by little but no, I do it all [Gm] on my own.
Yes I got dough, I don't split shit [Cm] but parole, [Eb] bitch I can show y'all the road.
All of you hoes that got cosigns, clotheslines, dry-ass, stale-ass bitches need those, I don't.
[Eb] Yo light that up, oh yeah, little [Ab] finger music, oh yeah.
Act like this cause we don't give a fuck, cause we don't give a fuck.
[Gm] Yeah in the underground they put me on [Cm] the throne, [Eb] in the mainstream they say I don't belong.
Talk about a nigga only good for a freestyle, fuck that we could go song for song.
Word, I'm killing the best of men, you ready they next, I can't get rid of the pest, the Lancer give him a testament.
I'm rebuilding the west and I'm pissing off in the coffin that you wrapped, spit in.
[G] Skinny jeans and leggings, yeah [Cm] anything but [Eb] legend, I really bring the weapons, the semi-beam.
Behead you, the guillotine, and sever my kilatina.
Catch all my enemies, I bet you the ten of these'll [G] break you apart, yeah.
[Cm] Leaking in a [Eb] puddle, whole hospital staff meeting in a huddle.
Trying to figure out how to put your body parts back together just like the pieces [G] of a puzzle.
And I'm going [C] in the [Eb] wind, yeah, I'm going in the wind.
I was fucked up, broke, really, rested my Achilles, I'm falling again.
[Gm] Never going broke, say fuck that shit, [Eb] fuck that shit.
Yeah fuck that shit, she don't fuck with snow, fuck that bitch.
Fuck that bitch, [Gm] like imagination doing [C] masturbation.
[Eb] 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 [Gm] think.
You weak minded, [Eb] you weak minded.
All I wanna [G] do is go [C] harder and [A] harder, get [Eb] smarter than Harvard, go hard with the slaughter, to keep it 100, I think that each dream wanna see a nigga like me.
You part as a [G] martyr, walk in the water, the [C] flow is immaculate, [Eb] reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as I'm rapping it.
The track I'm crashing it, [Gm] making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident.
Cause y'all ain't [C] passionate, [D] catch a [Eb] jab to your abdomen, then I'ma tap your chin, I'ma boss you a applicant, y'all cats pretend, never ever ever [G] rap again.
Crooked eye, kick [C] it in the [D] hood, pistol [Eb] 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 nigga [G] would.
Killers ready [C] to get [D] dirty, some niggas [Eb] who dress nerdy, who ain't even touch sturdy, they quiet and ain't wordy, they fire and ain't sturdy.
I been a couple of light years for many [G] niggas that wanna discern me, so God [C] they [D] kudos, [Eb] breaking bad and I'm truthful.
Got the huge blow hanging out the bulletproof kudos, if you didn't then you do know.
[G] Light that up, hold [Cm] that [Eb] up, middle finger music, don't mess up.
I write this cause we don't give a [G] fuck.
Why should I man with [Cm] my good [Eb] 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 [Gm] goodbye, million dollar bitches get [Cm] fucked in the [Eb] face.
If he ain't a bad money then your husband a waste, I'ma switch the scenery up to a bank.
That's how a real nigga cut to the [Gm] chase, pour a little vodka, load [Cm] the Glock [Eb] up, then roll some bomb up that'll blow Stama.
Pull up in the drop with Snow to Prada, we don't give a fuck cause I call the condo.
I [Gm] been at this shit through [Cm] past two rents, [Eb] man I been broke, I been homeless, shit packed in bins.
I been at this since back when tax brackets shit was way past any practical math I did.
Now [G] I'm halfway past half to a [Cm] capitalist, [Eb] three-fourths dead, yeah to the rap capitalists.
Now I'm really getting my dividends and stacking the bins, gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit.
[D] Cause I been an old body so long, gotta readjust, get [Eb] a North Hollywood home.
Feel close enough to deal with bullshit deals but yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam.
All [G] originality with a capital O [D] so the game wanna see [Eb] a bitch broke with no soul.
So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know that I would rob these bitches cause old habits die slow.
Look I never [Gm] been a punk and I never been a bitch [C] so you bitches [Eb] better run, we all know the benefits.
Cause your 15's dumb with my 16's hip, heard games out for fun but this game's bullshit.
[G] Bitch, no I did not come this far to quit, [Eb] this argument is not even real.
Went from not having a pot to piss to coppin' whips and socks and costas in heels.
All [G] these new bitches talkin' but chill, [D] watch when they get [Eb] out the pocket or kill.
Any of them got plenty of friends that in any event'll finish them off no question or squeal.
Yes [G] I am tired of all you sluts, [C] that been coming [D] in the game [Eb] cause you bought two bucks.
And now you wanna claim fame cause I'm God you fucks, giving you a hood pass should've passed you off.
But [G] yuh, of course you lost, get [Cm] there and [Eb] organize, try to be more than just ho.
I'm thinking you sorta tight, that someone wrote you lines, thinking you whores have got flow.
No, [G] you can record the lies, give me [Eb] some more so I finally listen and hear, go.
Cause I've been trying to hear competition for a goddamn year and don't hear shit but rip-offs and hoes.
Get [G] off the blow, get up and get [Cm] y'all a show, [Eb] I have been hitting the road.
Building my own, little by little but no, I do it all [Gm] on my own.
Yes I got dough, I don't split shit [Cm] but parole, [Eb] bitch I can show y'all the road.
All of you hoes that got cosigns, clotheslines, dry-ass, stale-ass bitches need those, I don't.
[Eb] Yo light that up, oh yeah, little [Ab] finger music, oh yeah.
Act like this cause we don't give a fuck, cause we don't give a fuck.
[Gm] Yeah in the underground they put me on [Cm] the throne, [Eb] in the mainstream they say I don't belong.
Talk about a nigga only good for a freestyle, fuck that we could go song for song.
Word, I'm killing the best of men, you ready they next, I can't get rid of the pest, the Lancer give him a testament.
I'm rebuilding the west and I'm pissing off in the coffin that you wrapped, spit in.
[G] Skinny jeans and leggings, yeah [Cm] anything but [Eb] legend, I really bring the weapons, the semi-beam.
Behead you, the guillotine, and sever my kilatina.
Catch all my enemies, I bet you the ten of these'll [G] break you apart, yeah.
[Cm] Leaking in a [Eb] puddle, whole hospital staff meeting in a huddle.
Trying to figure out how to put your body parts back together just like the pieces [G] of a puzzle.
And I'm going [C] in the [Eb] wind, yeah, I'm going in the wind.
I was fucked up, broke, really, rested my Achilles, I'm falling again.
[Gm] Never going broke, say fuck that shit, [Eb] fuck that shit.
Yeah fuck that shit, she don't fuck with snow, fuck that bitch.
Fuck that bitch, [Gm] like imagination doing [C] masturbation.
[Eb] 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 [Gm] think.
You weak minded, [Eb] you weak minded.
Key:
Eb
G
Cm
C
Gm
Eb
G
Cm
Music affects your brain, whether people admit it or not, [E] and you don't have to be [Eb] weak-minded for it to do so.
All I wanna [G] do is go [C] harder and [A] harder, get [Eb] smarter than Harvard, go hard with the slaughter, to keep it 100, I think that each dream wanna see a nigga like me.
You part as a [G] martyr, walk in the water, the [C] flow is immaculate, [Eb] reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as I'm rapping it.
The track I'm crashing it, [Gm] making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident.
Cause y'all ain't [C] passionate, [D] catch a [Eb] jab to your abdomen, then I'ma tap your chin, I'ma boss you a applicant, y'all cats pretend, never ever ever [G] rap again.
Crooked eye, kick [C] it in the [D] hood, pistol [Eb] 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 nigga [G] would.
Killers ready [C] to get [D] dirty, some niggas [Eb] who dress nerdy, who ain't even touch sturdy, they quiet and ain't wordy, they fire and ain't sturdy.
I been a couple of light years for many [G] niggas that wanna discern me, so God [C] they [D] kudos, [Eb] breaking bad and I'm truthful.
Got the huge blow hanging out the bulletproof kudos, if you didn't then you do know.
[G] Light that up, hold [Cm] that [Eb] up, middle finger music, don't mess up.
I write this cause we don't give a [G] fuck.
Why should I man with [Cm] my good [Eb] 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 [Gm] goodbye, million dollar bitches get [Cm] fucked in the [Eb] face.
If he ain't a bad money then your husband a waste, I'ma switch the scenery up to a bank.
That's how a real nigga cut to the [Gm] chase, pour a little vodka, load [Cm] the Glock [Eb] up, then roll some bomb up that'll blow Stama.
Pull up in the drop with Snow to Prada, we don't give a fuck cause I call the condo.
I [Gm] been at this shit through [Cm] past two rents, [Eb] man I been broke, I been homeless, shit packed in bins.
I been at this since back when tax brackets shit was way past any practical math I did.
Now [G] I'm halfway past half to a [Cm] capitalist, [Eb] three-fourths dead, yeah to the rap capitalists.
Now I'm really getting my dividends and stacking the bins, gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit.
[D] Cause I been an old body so long, gotta readjust, get [Eb] a North Hollywood home.
Feel close enough to deal with bullshit deals but yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam.
All [G] originality with a capital O [D] so the game wanna see [Eb] a bitch broke with no soul.
So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know that I would rob these bitches cause old habits die slow.
Look I never [Gm] been a punk and I never been a bitch [C] so you bitches [Eb] better run, we all know the benefits.
Cause your 15's dumb with my 16's hip, heard games out for fun but this game's bullshit.
[G] Bitch, no I did not come this far to quit, [Eb] this argument is not even real.
Went from not having a pot to piss to coppin' whips and socks and costas in heels.
All [G] these new bitches talkin' but chill, [D] watch when they get [Eb] out the pocket or kill.
Any of them got plenty of friends that in any event'll finish them off no question or squeal.
Yes [G] I am tired of all you sluts, [C] that been coming [D] in the game [Eb] cause you bought two bucks.
And now you wanna claim fame cause I'm God you fucks, giving you a hood pass should've passed you off.
But [G] yuh, of course you lost, get [Cm] there and [Eb] organize, try to be more than just ho.
I'm thinking you sorta tight, that someone wrote you lines, thinking you whores have got flow.
No, [G] you can record the lies, give me [Eb] some more so I finally listen and hear, go.
Cause I've been trying to hear competition for a goddamn year and don't hear shit but rip-offs and hoes.
Get [G] off the blow, get up and get [Cm] y'all a show, [Eb] I have been hitting the road.
Building my own, little by little but no, I do it all [Gm] on my own.
Yes I got dough, I don't split shit [Cm] but parole, [Eb] bitch I can show y'all the road.
All of you hoes that got cosigns, clotheslines, dry-ass, stale-ass bitches need those, I don't.
[Eb] Yo light that up, oh yeah, little [Ab] finger music, oh yeah.
Act like this cause we don't give a fuck, cause we don't give a fuck.
[Gm] Yeah in the underground they put me on [Cm] the throne, [Eb] in the mainstream they say I don't belong.
Talk about a nigga only good for a freestyle, fuck that we could go song for song.
Word, I'm killing the best of men, you ready they next, I can't get rid of the pest, the Lancer give him a testament.
I'm rebuilding the west and I'm pissing off in the coffin that you wrapped, spit in.
[G] Skinny jeans and leggings, yeah [Cm] anything but [Eb] legend, I really bring the weapons, the semi-beam.
Behead you, the guillotine, and sever my kilatina.
Catch all my enemies, I bet you the ten of these'll [G] break you apart, yeah.
[Cm] Leaking in a [Eb] puddle, whole hospital staff meeting in a huddle.
Trying to figure out how to put your body parts back together just like the pieces [G] of a puzzle.
And I'm going [C] in the [Eb] wind, yeah, I'm going in the wind.
I was fucked up, broke, really, rested my Achilles, I'm falling again.
[Gm] Never going broke, say fuck that shit, [Eb] fuck that shit.
Yeah fuck that shit, she don't fuck with snow, fuck that bitch.
Fuck _ that bitch, [Gm] like imagination doing [C] masturbation.
[Eb] 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 [Gm] think.
You weak minded, [Eb] you weak minded. _ _
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All I wanna [G] do is go [C] harder and [A] harder, get [Eb] smarter than Harvard, go hard with the slaughter, to keep it 100, I think that each dream wanna see a nigga like me.
You part as a [G] martyr, walk in the water, the [C] flow is immaculate, [Eb] reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as I'm rapping it.
The track I'm crashing it, [Gm] making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident.
Cause y'all ain't [C] passionate, [D] catch a [Eb] jab to your abdomen, then I'ma tap your chin, I'ma boss you a applicant, y'all cats pretend, never ever ever [G] rap again.
Crooked eye, kick [C] it in the [D] hood, pistol [Eb] 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 nigga [G] would.
Killers ready [C] to get [D] dirty, some niggas [Eb] who dress nerdy, who ain't even touch sturdy, they quiet and ain't wordy, they fire and ain't sturdy.
I been a couple of light years for many [G] niggas that wanna discern me, so God [C] they [D] kudos, [Eb] breaking bad and I'm truthful.
Got the huge blow hanging out the bulletproof kudos, if you didn't then you do know.
[G] Light that up, hold [Cm] that [Eb] up, middle finger music, don't mess up.
I write this cause we don't give a [G] fuck.
Why should I man with [Cm] my good [Eb] 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 [Gm] goodbye, million dollar bitches get [Cm] fucked in the [Eb] face.
If he ain't a bad money then your husband a waste, I'ma switch the scenery up to a bank.
That's how a real nigga cut to the [Gm] chase, pour a little vodka, load [Cm] the Glock [Eb] up, then roll some bomb up that'll blow Stama.
Pull up in the drop with Snow to Prada, we don't give a fuck cause I call the condo.
I [Gm] been at this shit through [Cm] past two rents, [Eb] man I been broke, I been homeless, shit packed in bins.
I been at this since back when tax brackets shit was way past any practical math I did.
Now [G] I'm halfway past half to a [Cm] capitalist, [Eb] three-fourths dead, yeah to the rap capitalists.
Now I'm really getting my dividends and stacking the bins, gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit.
[D] Cause I been an old body so long, gotta readjust, get [Eb] a North Hollywood home.
Feel close enough to deal with bullshit deals but yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam.
All [G] originality with a capital O [D] so the game wanna see [Eb] a bitch broke with no soul.
So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know that I would rob these bitches cause old habits die slow.
Look I never [Gm] been a punk and I never been a bitch [C] so you bitches [Eb] better run, we all know the benefits.
Cause your 15's dumb with my 16's hip, heard games out for fun but this game's bullshit.
[G] Bitch, no I did not come this far to quit, [Eb] this argument is not even real.
Went from not having a pot to piss to coppin' whips and socks and costas in heels.
All [G] these new bitches talkin' but chill, [D] watch when they get [Eb] out the pocket or kill.
Any of them got plenty of friends that in any event'll finish them off no question or squeal.
Yes [G] I am tired of all you sluts, [C] that been coming [D] in the game [Eb] cause you bought two bucks.
And now you wanna claim fame cause I'm God you fucks, giving you a hood pass should've passed you off.
But [G] yuh, of course you lost, get [Cm] there and [Eb] organize, try to be more than just ho.
I'm thinking you sorta tight, that someone wrote you lines, thinking you whores have got flow.
No, [G] you can record the lies, give me [Eb] some more so I finally listen and hear, go.
Cause I've been trying to hear competition for a goddamn year and don't hear shit but rip-offs and hoes.
Get [G] off the blow, get up and get [Cm] y'all a show, [Eb] I have been hitting the road.
Building my own, little by little but no, I do it all [Gm] on my own.
Yes I got dough, I don't split shit [Cm] but parole, [Eb] bitch I can show y'all the road.
All of you hoes that got cosigns, clotheslines, dry-ass, stale-ass bitches need those, I don't.
[Eb] Yo light that up, oh yeah, little [Ab] finger music, oh yeah.
Act like this cause we don't give a fuck, cause we don't give a fuck.
[Gm] Yeah in the underground they put me on [Cm] the throne, [Eb] in the mainstream they say I don't belong.
Talk about a nigga only good for a freestyle, fuck that we could go song for song.
Word, I'm killing the best of men, you ready they next, I can't get rid of the pest, the Lancer give him a testament.
I'm rebuilding the west and I'm pissing off in the coffin that you wrapped, spit in.
[G] Skinny jeans and leggings, yeah [Cm] anything but [Eb] legend, I really bring the weapons, the semi-beam.
Behead you, the guillotine, and sever my kilatina.
Catch all my enemies, I bet you the ten of these'll [G] break you apart, yeah.
[Cm] Leaking in a [Eb] puddle, whole hospital staff meeting in a huddle.
Trying to figure out how to put your body parts back together just like the pieces [G] of a puzzle.
And I'm going [C] in the [Eb] wind, yeah, I'm going in the wind.
I was fucked up, broke, really, rested my Achilles, I'm falling again.
[Gm] Never going broke, say fuck that shit, [Eb] fuck that shit.
Yeah fuck that shit, she don't fuck with snow, fuck that bitch.
Fuck _ that bitch, [Gm] like imagination doing [C] masturbation.
[Eb] 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 [Gm] think.
You weak minded, [Eb] you weak minded. _ _
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