Vast Aire - Billy Goats Gruff (Clean) lyrics

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin'] Yeah. So they came to Breez. But Breez was like, “What up?” (Y'all remember this sh**). But there's another bigger coming after, so they came to Pen. Pen was like, “What up?” And he was like, “There's another one after me.” So they came to Vast (Ayyo!) [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, 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: Vast Aire] 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? Wha-what, wha-what? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. New York, n***as. What?