[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
You got to get it how you want it, know a n***a need it
Hunger—someone got to feed it
Don't want beef ‘less I got enough to eat it
Stack up one by one ‘til I got enough of weed—it's sick
Focused on unlimited sh**
Same time, mind'll grind ‘til I finish the shift
And when it hits, I'm calling it quits
Break sh**, split, cuss, spit, screaming, “s** my dick”
Make hits. No time for games—let's grab this
Sack your quarterback and delay his pa**es
The game says, “Hut.” The gauge says, “Catch this”
You win, we replace Gatorade with acid
And that's high school sh** (Word)
Now we competing with The Devil at collegiate levels
Avoid the meeting of the flesh with the piece of metal
Walk like Jesus, the rebel saying, “Peace,” to the ghetto
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin' with Biskuts Scratches] (x2)
One, two, three
Billy Goats Gruff—another one after me
Don't really want to cause no casualties
Drop ma**ive, larger than gravity
[Verse 2: Poison Pen]
Anything that roll over my tongue and hop over my fronts
And manifests itself, if I speak, is real
Bring that soul where I'm from, run blocks over for fun
You can't protect yourself. You could keep your deal
I'd rather put out my own hot sh**
Then to deal with these filthy c*nt twatlicks
Malcolm-X-style: get your hand out my pocket
We're not the best now [now ‘cause your man got?] my profits
All he do is say, “The album's coming,” nod his head in the studio
And he copped a Hummer? I'm sleeping on the floor at my grandmother's
What's wrong with this picture?
We charge through and y'all yelling, “What's wrong with these n***as?”
All I want's what due to me, what's due to Vast
And what's due to Breez—let's do the math
Let me see y'all books—our accountant's here, n***a
Who's that [?], beat a**? Vast Aire, n***a
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin' with Biskuts Scratches] (x2)
One, two, three
Billy Goats Gruff—another one after me
Don't really want to cause no casualties
Drop ma**ive, larger than gravity
[Verse 3: Vast Aire]
My Atoms Family gruff, n***as is rough
We want the sky and the ground—we can't get enough
You might know us from our gravity bars and
The Sun, the Moon, the stars, and such and
I don't need permission to cross the bridge
‘Cause she had six drinks and I'm up in her ribs
I rhyme like Prisma with a darkness to it
When I see the finish line, I got to run right through it
There's no “maybe” or “I suppose,” n***a
I'll spit a flow and you could look at my nose, n***a
I ain't lying (I ain't lying)
We got a Stronghold, now you crying (You crying)
Your shirt's burgundy—now you dying. Let me find out
You was talking sh** at your hideout
This beat is off the hook—I hope the beat drops out
When the last Atom splits, you're gonna fall out
[Outro: Poison Pen and Vast Aire]
[Poison Pen (Overlapped with Vast Aire)]
Yeah. “Billy Goat Gruff” Remix. Breez Evahflowin', Poison Pen, Vast Aire, dude my Ricanstructor. Midwest hold tight. Yeah. That's what's up
[Vast Aire (Overlapped with Poison Pen)]
You know'm saying? That's how it goes down, n***as. Atoms Fam, Stronghold. Breez Evah, Poisonous Pen, Vast Aire. Wha-what, wha-what?