get down
Snowgoons Lyrics

Summertime, ninety-nine point something degrees
The hot weather is an underlying factor in the events that follow.

There go the fifth nigga down getting knocked by the D's
The police is arresting yet another black man, contributing to the poverty within the community.

Me and my brother can't even feed the family proper
The financial status of the family is struggling.

While the mayor stuffing his face with steak and lobster
The mayor, who is supposed to help the community, is partaking in luxuries while the rest of the community struggles.

But I got a plot to overthrow the government roster
The artist is planning a violent attempt to overthrow the oppressive government, which they believe contributes to the poverty and suffering in their community.

Been casing out the armored trucks at 150 federal
The singer has been studying armored trucks to plan a successful robbery.

Ready to pop off, it feel good like it's sexual
The violent act of robbing feels satisfying to the singer.

Slugs beside the muscle, tear flesh caressing you
The bullets from the gun can harm and kill people, and the artist seems to be describing them as gentle, even pleasurable.

Two brothers against all odds, time to suit up
The artist and their brother are teaming up for this dangerous and illegal venture.

We ride or die together, that's just the way we grew up
The bond between the two brothers is strong and they will stick together no matter what.

And just when he gave me a pound the truck pulled up
As soon as the brothers acknowledge each other, an opportunity arises for them to attempt the robbery.

Let's get this money, we laid low and double toasted
They are ready to attempt the robbery, and are doing so while remaining hidden and discreet.

Everything around us was moving in slow motion
The singer's adrenaline is running high, making it feel like time has slowed down.

Heart racing, I'm sweating like I'm bent off the potion
The singer is feeling the physiological effects of the adrenaline, like a drug.

One guard peeped the ambush then radioed for backup
One of the guards noticed the attempt and called for help.

His partner jumped out with the Glock and got clapped up
The partner of the guard who called for backup was shot and killed by the brothers.

Too long, kicked the rear door out and started dumping
They took too long and the guard already called for backup. They break into the truck and start shooting at the guards.

We both ducked for cover, just hiding behind something
The brothers are hiding from the gunfire behind any object that can shield them from the bullets.

Rapid fire, my brother got caught in the torso
The rapid gunfire from the guards injures the singer's brother in his chest.

Thinking will we make it alive, only the Lord know
The artist considers the possibility of both of them not getting out alive, and fate will decide their fate.

He on the ground leaking and bleeding, he ain't breathing
The artist's brother has been seriously injured and is dying.

Grab the bag of Benjamins while Jake in the distance
The artist takes the money and leaves his brother alone for a moment while the police are coming towards the scene.

My brother still alive through this fucked up predicament
The singer's brother is still fighting for his life, but they are both in a dangerous situation.

Pulled him in the car told him it would be fine
The artist puts his brother in the car and tries to comfort him, but the situation is already out of their control.

Peeled off with about eight Jakes right behind
The police are chasing the two brothers in a high-speed pursuit.

A tear rolled from his eye, he looked at me and asked why
The singer's brother is scared and confused, asking why this is happening to them.

Blood pouring out the side of his mouth, he went calmly
The singer's brother dies from his injuries calmly, with blood coming out of his mouth.

That moment I knew he had went to join mommy
The artist's brother has passed away and gone to join their deceased mother.

Pure emotion and adrenaline with death wishes
The narrative is fueled by overwhelming emotions and adrenaline, and they are prepared to die for this cause.

Let's get it on you cock sucking son of a bitches
The tone is aggressive and violent as the singer is ready to face the consequences of their actions and fight back against the oppressors.

Tires are shot, but still doing 90 on the rims nigga
Even in a dangerous situation with car tires shot, the brothers are still driving recklessly at high speed.

Got out and threw the bag to shad?, this for the kids nigga
The artist throws the money to a partner who is responsible for helping the children in the community.

Blue uniforms everywhere, ghetto bird hovering
The police and law enforcement are swarming the area, further highlighting the poverty and hardship of the community.

All we ever wanted was to stop all this suffering
The artist's actions were fueled by a need to end the suffering and poverty within their community.

They cleared the whole block, with K-9's and SWAT
The police are using intense measures to bring the suspects into custody, and the situation is becoming dire.

Checked the clip in the Ruger and only had one shot
The artist only has one bullet left in their gun, and their lives are hanging on this one shot.

Sucking up tears of snot, reflecting back on the childhood
The singer is overwhelmed with emotions, thinking back to memories of their childhood.

Victim of abuse and drug wars through a wild hood
The singer and their brother grew up in a dangerous environment, where abuse and drug wars were prevalent.

My fam can't live where I live, my fam need me
The singer feels responsible for their family and wants to provide a better life for them, but they are stuck in a dangerous and oppressing environment.

Don't need them to see my memorial in graffiti
The artist doesn't want to be remembered for dying in a violent situation and being memorialized in graffiti.

Stepped out hearing guns cocking, my fam watching
The artist steps out of the car, knowing that they might be shot by the police, and their family is viewing the situation from a distance.

Let the grip go, but before I could drop it
The singer is ready to let go of their weapon, but they are stopped before they can do so.

Forty-one shots hit, the shells drip from the stoop
The police shoot the singer forty-one times, and the shell casings are left on the steps of the building.

We salute, the fallen soldiers that went out for the loot
The song ends with a tribute to the artist and their brother who died while trying to stop the poverty and suffering of their community.