[Verse 1]
I started back when you actually had to rap (Yup)
Starter hats, backpacks, pen and pad (Check)
Start shit, rap beef, put on wax (Okay)
Only white boys in a neighborhood that's Black (That's real)
We had to go there to show 'em we had skill
But we ain't from here, so I hope we don't get killed
This ain't 8 Mile, we were really in the field
And if you ain't Eminem then you ain't get a deal
Cash rules everything around me, facts
But now it's Percocets and gay-ass face tats
Get your chain snatched missiles aimed at your Maybach
They ain't bad for some white boys that came across the train tracks
They say I'm country rap, shit, I'll take that
Change that, make it so country rap ain't wack
Face smacked, 808s slap, fuckin' with my ape ass
AR banana clip, peel your damn face back

[Chorus]
White rapper, this cracker might slap you, wife snatcher
This is real life, dawg, but I know you like actin'
White trashin', fight scrappin', never know what might happen
I can't fuck with you little boys, Mike Jackson
Pick and roll, pick a flow, this year gonna be different, though
I'm Michael Jordan, you just Scottie Pippen, ho
Give and go, listen bro, this shit should be dipped in gold
Like the rings on my hand and my sales digital
[Verse 2]
I started back with this rap had to explain myself
Faggot-ass rappers, y'all should all hang yourself
I grew up bangin' L, I ain't talking about Cool J
That shit's fugaze, too gay
But that's how you all rap today, kill you like Hussein
Tried to not let me in the game, too late
Hold up, let me change this shit, at least get your bars up to par
Before you start actin' hard on the gangsta shit
Sell your booty for some views and some likes
But you can't do nothin' to me when you on the mic
Oh, you want a fight? At least drop a couple pounds
Spar a couple rounds 'fore you lose your life
This cracker cold, cracked the code, Ameracal, that went gold
Dropped The Throne then came War, now Billy G.O.A.T. is at your throat
So here we go back on tour, this one goin' around the globe
I just say it how I live it and that's how the story goes

[Outro]
Alright, what'd I say? I said, uh
Off the last album, I said, um
I rap about my country so they label me country
You faggots disrespect the flag, I'll smack you for my country
If that ain't country, I don't wanna be
In this industry with a bunch of wannabes
That ain't me
This is the Billy Goat
Motherfuckers need to learn how to rap again