We got Yung Mal in the building with Austin, we rocking, bout to go and kick a flow get it poppin

Naw i'm playing.But forreal though

It's a family affair, so they better be scared

[Yung Mal]

Check check y'all, I got my swag right

I'm on the grind cause I gotta get my cash right

Her head game mean, but that ass night

Shining cause she know my future bright like head lights

Can't slow down I'm living a fast life

Everyday we live it up like it's our last night

It gets crazy when I grab mics I stay killing shit and putting beats in the past life

I say I'm the best, I prove it to myself

I'm the heavyweight champ I ain't losing my belt

Ha Ha, some say I'm unique

Cause I kidnap mics and I'm torturing beats

Yung Mal is a beast no chain no leash

And I'm roaming these streets

These beats I decease, which means they will

R.I.P. D.I.E

I be killin shit, and I'm killin this

Yung Mal in the booth boy I'm ill as shit

Haha and I'm real bruh

And my swag you'll kill for

Dreads hanging down my back bruh

And your girl on my back bruh

Ha ha

[Austin Antoine]

Let me get em cuz

Yo, I got friends in high places

Groupies tryna date us

Haters on hiatus, I'm tryna live life famous

Uncreative fakers just testing my patience

Tell em set a record and watch this guy break it

Battle anybody thats sly and tryna face us

I'm just tryna find how high this life takes us

Deny dimes that's tryna be high maintenance cause i'd rather spend time and rhymes than go bankrupt

Ooh they looking mad better pick your face up

Melt your face off with half of the shit I make up

And if I sing to a girl on some Drake stuff and she's got a boyfriend they're probly gonna break up

I ain't in a rush I'm just tryna pace stuff

Cause real listeners know if it's worth the wait bruh

They say they making moves when they ain't even ate none, you ain't even bringing home the bacon I just ate brunch

Freestyle a verse just to knock it out

Party hard with my hipsters we rockin out

My homies from the hood and bros turn the party out

I'm what they talkin bout, we making jerks walk it out

And when Austin's out you know we gotta switch it up

I'm on my grown man they still rockin sippy cups

I sing, act, rap damn I be killin stuff

But I don't think I did enough, hold up

These dudes be no names thats so lame probly cause they got no game

I exhale propane when I flow I blow flame

I'm in my zone mane you can play the old game, but I can change no strain from jet plane to slow train

Half the time my mind is where the sky is

Like I got a projector behind my eyelids

So if I'm gonna make it big I'm biased

What's a couple stepping stones to a giant

It's hard to find anybody that can compare to us

Whoever at the top had better have a chair for us

Yung Mal I think they scared of us

Cause we the future celebreties of America

And we out