It's Young Vizzi in this bitch

It's S.P.'s in this bitch

[Hook: Young Stacks]

Fuck ya', stakeout, nigga it's steak house

We grind time, we know about that steak's bout'

Nigga we state facts, nigga, we laid back

We been going hard, been doing this since way back

(R-Rah - Now what we do?)

Give and give and go (Oh God)(x8)

[Shawn Prez]

Fresh Timbs, NY fitted

And them Bronx Representatives about to kill it

If you think you're doing numbers then you're fuckin' kidding

Straight crack flow, whipping in the fuckin' kitchen

YL Edition, this is the takeover

You pussy niggas sweet, just like some Grape Soda

She wants a real nigga, no not a fake Hova

She begging me to stay, call it a lay over

Grind time bitch & I'm about my paper

Fronting on my team, it's going down like elevators

Getting that green, I can see how you wanna hate us

But don't you see, jealousy is never gonna break us

That's real shit, hate a mothafucka who steals shit

Make a mothafucka wanna kill shit, ya'll ride dick, I kill clips

My flow's sick, my shit's dead, every bitch I know, a nigga gets head

Everywhere I go, a nigga gets bread

Hashtag, Young Legends Is The New Trend

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Vizzi]

The Devil want our souls, so he coming for our lives

Deep inside that coma, God once took me for that ride

My visions come in like meanings in a dictionary

Wanna read on more success than reading these obituaries

I work out to my music, symphonic body builder

My time is getting closer, musically a body killer

Live inside this careless world, full of greed & hate

Came back from the bottom, build up to be a great

Wrote down my thoughts & feelings to become a King

Why hog it all if we just want the same thing?

Yellow nigga, kicks harder than Bruce Lee

Me then compared to me now, I don't think you knew me

These niggas can't hold me back, these broads can't hold me down

Making money with the money team, shark in water, better pray you don't drown

Deuce Mob & 45 with a 45 to your dome easy

Blow the smoke, I walk away, forgive me Lord, you RIP

[Verse 3: R-Rah]

No rest, no days off

Triple shifts & on pours

No slipping here, we don't stall

Above your level & won't fall

No runways, just liftoffs

Take a few trips, put my mix on

Get the crowd right, got the loud high

We got Elus to keep the sound tight

Boom bass with a loud bite

Put the pussy on Cloud 9

Got more style to match profile

Going worldwide, that Vizzi Raw style

Caught the flake, we on miles high

Moving packs, we got pounds high

Tryna skip trial, don't be judged out

Cause we going wild, fuck em all style

In the race & I'm leading, time to click it up, it's Grind Season

You a pussy nigga, I'll leak you, my dawgs hungry, they'll eat you

What you talkin' 'bout ain't word to mouth, shoot it up, that's a word to mouth

Fuck this world, come punching out

Can't stop the grind, still cashing out