[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?