[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]

Yo, you got to get it how you want it, know a nigga 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 shit

Same time, mind’ll grind ‘til I finish the shift

And when it hits, I’m calling it quits

Break shit, split, cuss, spit, screaming, “Suck my dick”

Make hits. No time for games—let’s grab this

Sack your quarterback and delay his passes

The game says, “Hut.” The gauge says, “Catch this”

You win, we replace Gatorade with acid

(And) And that’s high school shit (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’ and Poison Pen with Biskuts Scratches] (x2)

One, two, three

Billy Goats Gruff—another one after me

Don’t really want to cause no casualties

Drop massive, 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 shit

Then to deal with these filthy cunt twatlicks

Malcolm-X-style: get your hand out my pocket

We’re not the best now? I’ll cut your man out my profit

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 niggas?”

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, nigga

Who’s the giant who will beat ass? Vast Aire, nigga

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’ and Vast Aire with Biskuts Scratches] (x2)

One, two, three

Billy Goats Gruff—another one after me

Don’t really want to cause no casualties

Drop massive, larger than gravity

[Verse 3: Vast Aire]

My Atoms Family gruff, niggas 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,” nigga

I’ll spit a flow and you could look at my nose, nigga

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 shit 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, niggas. Atoms Fam, Stronghold. Breez Evah, Poisonous Pen, Vast Aire. Wha-what, wha-what?