[Intro: Termanology]
NBS
Snowgoons
ST dot. Unh!

[Termanology]
I two step with the toolette like "Who's next?"
My goons rep and honestly we some crew vets
The people screaming, the tires burning, the cops coming
Cut your feet off pussy, now you can stop running
The cash piling, new safe made of cast iron
Before Corona my homies was in the mask wilin'
I'm back styling, crack rhyming, black diamonds
My shorty's rack so big she got back problems
You rocking that designer but you so vagina
Pussy water type of leader I would never follow
Rest in peace Sean P we got classics
Them videos got mad views and mad clicks
Judge Mathis, the hammer go bang on 'em
Naw that ain't a bad bitch, that's a catfish
Them Cali trips put mad piff and backwards
Clack click, army tactics give you a nap bitch

[Flash]
Paint a picture never use the canvas
Thoughts deep I came to give you not a day goes by
That I don't get it hot jewels before the ice on the wrist
My life was equipped some serious shit
I used to pack dubs had numerous buds out in the tub
For my workers I would pay 'em with food for bagging up
'98 we used to get it in school the shit was bug
'99 I took the shit to the street the block would flood
I been nice most of y'all quit we kept it growin'
On the game Lord while most of y'all bitch we kept it goin'
Took a hit, turned the shit to some chips Ephederine flowin'
Welcome home for those who just hit the brick, it's time to go in
I'm ten toes, two feet, my temple
You need the pencil too sleek y'all n***as are too sweet
All glitter and too weak my brothers are armed
Smoke that ass like chi chi ford the glass barber
[Ea$y Money]
Yo, these bars undisputed nothing could defeat 'em
Clip loaded like what I'm tucking in the Bean
All out war, you know I buck it when I see 'em
Shooting more like a thirst bucket in the DMs
Live long enough to know nothing is for free then
Not even your motherfucking freedom
Every day I hustle for per diem, customers I feed 'em
Love a ho? Never for nothing, I don't need em
Money talks so my dude shouting
Got problems, you bring 'em to us, but we don't do counseling
Want dram, bring your crew out then
Got one deuce, a tre, and a .45, but who's counting?
And fuck all of the he said she said
Or who did what for they street cred
Long as my pockets on gordo, RIP Fred
When I breathe life, the beat's dead. It's Ea$y

[Knuckles]
I'm so fortunate. My bitch a contortionist
Got a few lights for the tunnel, I keep the torches lit
I made God reappear like the sorcerers
Best relax or get your head cracked or get your oysters split
The dealer asked what I need, I said of course the piff
Years passed turn into the plug and our choice is bricks
Got that soft that turns hard when you torch the fish
Got that Glock that turns frauds into corpses stiff
Fire at scum, supplied at once
So much gas it's hard to choose, it's like Biden or Trump
Them lying a bunch. Trashman die in the dump
You lie in the slum. Then I go and slide in your cunt
Fuck it! You want work, I need COD
Rocky nuggets on my chain like the 303
That's my dog, Johnny Denver, a GOD
It cost you hoes for QT? Well my peehole's free
It's Knuckles
[Reks]
Reks the loony back with the vets and Goonies
Any rapper stepping to me can catch the wedgie and loogie
My bro Dooz grip the toolie, he be trying to get me
Higher than Cooley, commentary raw as Paul Mooney
Honorary law degree for the street we the squad
STREET star
Raw show from our block to zig zag ziggin'
Ours flow's splish splash spitting, whiplash writtens
The pad penning, the HOF distinction
Upper echelon type diction
Dismissing nobody but God's bodies Nkrumah and Selassie
Lumumba and Gaddafi. Any Joanie Chachis
Pro Atari and didn't pack man, the new game plan
Control the stick, no games planned
Black as Trotter treat opponent like a toddler
Fuck BLM, Covid, yadda yadda yadda