eflash from the bottom we built this no hand outs nigga we had to go for self killin every record we touch all this shit have to hurt goon music elite goons runnin the streets goons comin from everywhere suckers cannot compete its a takeover mind of a great soldier 8th holder that spit rip your cavity and break shoulders was known for sellin work on the park bench to earn my keep mixin wild coke with flour to some work for cheap feelin like the best in the business you other rappers weak snowgoons infantry nigga who make the hotter beats black snow you cowards get clapped slow facts though aint another movement like us lettin their gats blow verbally you rap commercially and we dont feel that personally it hurts for free if not for real rap natural born spitters are back guns loaded and packed shots explode in your back verbal attack nigga v knuckles i step foot in the black snow spit a 16 thatll make the ground crack slow shit we spit is dismissin all your whack flow its written with precision niggas thought i let the mac go its the vets better ask around first black man in the fam with the cap and gown i did it for my mom but im stackin now middle finger to the government they a pack o clowns weve been in the streets tryin to traffic pounds now we on beats by snowgoons with a platinum sound had the best clients they just kept buyin round the clock makin plays like im dez bryant who wanna test violence ill press iron leave your chest fryin the tube spit now your sets dyin all our lives had to grind on some goon shit my wolves hungry and tonight the full moons lit planet asia yo never tempt a stomach thats growlin four more mouth formin wolfgang howlin too late to throw the towel in shots from the rusty hammer texas 38 my gun got a country grammar nanna showed me my first gun it had a country grammar so all that stupid shit you on is just a bunch o fanta a bunch o fake jewelry with a bunch of cameras you and your nerd squad can be the next victim on world star ridiculously rap back and pistol whip thought you was with the shit i see you just a bird pa i keep the heat near to heat up your faggot ass streetwear your funny lookin clothes and feetwear homie ive been the truth vance my nigga bitch dance but i dont need a bitch trippin i just need the loot whats life without a taste of wealth its a stick up now everybody break yourself 1