[Verse 1: Snow Tha Product]
I got like a thousand reasons to quit this shit
One big reason to not
I'm that long haired chick with a bunch of shoes
That got 45 grand in a box
I put it on mind then I'm raising the stocks
Check me online, you can figure what I got
But I guarantee that you coming up short
Cause I'm more offline and I'm more on the block
And I still throw up that west like Pac
And I'm old school like record shops
Little hot chick that mess gettin' hot
Little setback but I progressed a lot
And I'm blessed a lot, I object to the fraud
Till I get the props, I know yes I’m all of the better of the crap
Of the best you got, and I'm still that Mex, that flex off top
And I got that skin tone that they love to hate
Smoking and sipping that bubbly
And these haters still try to bring me down
So they bring me up when they conversate
Cause I live down South but I'm from the Bay
No visits bitch I'm accompanied
If you ain't stick with me you ain't getting shit
When we finally break any fucking day
Cause its product on minds and I means it
My bars 'bout as fire as the weed is
Any bitch say she don't wanna no beefing
If she do then I'm finna make her vegan
Cause I be's this and I seen this
And I speak this cause I know
Everybody far out in the game cause they know about the name
But they still tryna keep me on the low
When I be like motherfuckas scared to collab with me
Still say they real in the magazines
But they don't wanna get killed on the track when I spill
What I rap and I give 'em no apology
Cause see, all these bitches all photo shoots
And all diva chicks and ghost written shit
But I'm killing it and I swear this Fall
I'm finna hurt more than just feelings, bitch
I got like a thousand reasons to quit this shit
One big reason to not
I'm that long haired chick with a bunch of shoes
That got 45 grand in a box
I put it on mind then I'm raising the stocks
Check me online, you can figure what I got
But I guarantee that you coming up short
Cause I'm more offline and I'm more on the block
And I still throw up that west like Pac
And I'm old school like record shops
Little hot chick that mess gettin' hot
Little setback but I progressed a lot
And I'm blessed a lot, I object to the fraud
Till I get the props, I know yes I’m all of the better of the crap
Of the best you got, and I'm still that Mex, that flex off top
And I got that skin tone that they love to hate
Smoking and sipping that bubbly
And these haters still try to bring me down
So they bring me up when they conversate
Cause I live down South but I'm from the Bay
No visits bitch I'm accompanied
If you ain't stick with me you ain't getting shit
When we finally break any fucking day
Cause its product on minds and I means it
My bars 'bout as fire as the weed is
Any bitch say she don't wanna no beefing
If she do then I'm finna make her vegan
Cause I be's this and I seen this
And I speak this cause I know
Everybody far out in the game cause they know about the name
But they still tryna keep me on the low
When I be like motherfuckas scared to collab with me
Still say they real in the magazines
But they don't wanna get killed on the track when I spill
What I rap and I give 'em no apology
Cause see, all these bitches all photo shoots
And all diva chicks and ghost written shit
But I'm killing it and I swear this Fall
I'm finna hurt more than just feelings, bitch
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