Snow Tha Product - Not For The Weak Minded lyrics

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 n***a 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 pa**ionate, 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 n***a would k**ers ready to get dirty Some n***as 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 n***a 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! [Hook:] Yo, light that up, pour that up Middle finger music, throw that up Act like this cuz we don't give a f** (We don't give a f**) Cuz we don't give a f** Why should I, man, with my good eye I can see all y'all snakes so I put my Foot up your a**, k** em with success Look how I pa** em up, I'm like "Goodbye!" Million dollar b**hes 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 a real n***a 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 f** is our code of conduct [Snow Tha Product:] I've been at the sh** through past due rents Man I've been broke, I've been homeless, sh** packed in bins I've been at this since back when tax bracket sh** 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 sh** Cuz I've been a nobody so long, gonna readjust Get a North Hollywood home Still close enough to deal with bullsh** deals But yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam All originality with a capital O So the game wanna see a b**h broke with no soul So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know That I would rob these b**hes because old habits die slow Look I never been a punk and I never been a b**h So you b**hes 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 bullsh** b**h, 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 b**hes talking but chill Watch when they get out of pocket, I'll k** 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 s*uts That been coming in the game cause you bought your bu*ts Now you wanna claim fame cuz some guy you f**ed Is giving you a hood pa**, should've pa**ed 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 who*es 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 sh** 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 sh** but to roll b**h I can show y'all the ropes All of you hoes that got cosigns, clothesline dry a** Stale a** b**hes need those, I don't! [Hook] In the underground they put me on the throne In the mainstream they say I don't belong Talk about a n***a only good for a freestyle f** that, we can go song-for-song Word, I'm k**ing 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 k**ing 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 f**ed up, broke, really Resting my Achilles, I'm balling again Never going broke, say f** that sh** (f** that sh**) Yeah f** that sh** She don't f** with Snow, f** that b**h (f** that b**h) f** that b**h Like imagination during masturbation f** what you think, what the f** did you think? The day your opinions can cut me a check That'll be the day I give a f** what you think You weak minded!