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I’m reciting,
Don’t repeat it or you gettin’ struck by lighting.
Piff herb out in Pittsburgh.
Spit it sweet,
No dessert.
Bring the heat like deserts.

in a new phase
I tend to kick rhymes durin' school days
Why you complainin' about my album
When you paid?
I can make some music in a Tesla
You can't

Written By: Derrick Wyatt


Done did all the work, now I’m chasing the dream
Focus on the team now we gettin the cream
Been observing the game, like

the reason why I had to get away from niggas
Ol’ chickenhead ass had to pluck them niggas
You know the album out you know it is nigga
It’s a heat check
Dwayne

Track: “Blasphemy (feat. Bue) [prod. Jaysea & Bri Crisp]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”

These days people say that they need to get away
**** that 
I don't got time for no ******* break
About to drop a ******* album after I graduate 
Man I

Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II


Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t

about me
I made my peace by killing beats out there in Durham county
While they would sleep, I'd write sixteens, to keep myself from drowning
And now I'm

right out the door
Sure
Hey, player
Sign your waiver
Might beat you in like you was a crater
Have you walkin' round back bent like IGOR off that album by

Man, I'm outta here
On a hell of a run
I'll soon become number 1
I might drop a album
I don't need to tell anyone
Y'all niggas not ready
For that new

like monster, call me Meek
Heard your album kind of weak
I've been grinding by the week
In the studio all day
Writing the world that I see
Aye, aye
Put

don't drop in Fall
Huh...well maybe I Autumn
Win terrifically on these niggas And spring from the bottom
And bring the heat because I'm hot like summer

couldn't handle heat this nuclear
Well so what, been saying how I'm really bout to blow up
I go nuts, beats always torn up, they never know what
Hit em when

This is too amusing
Your man says this ain't shit
Told him stick to music
Bitch we really drillin' shit
Get you in your feelings shit
Twenty years go by

about me got me so confused
Ya losahs, taking these L's by the day
If you don't want another get the fuck out my way

Run it back my niggas
Run it back my

in hoodies

Mark and Slap don't call them junkies
They walking by giving knowledge
Them Nells should've left the court
La Cobra snuck up and robbed him

Youngmoze
It's the Youngblood HEAT

I slide on the beat so slimy (Slide)
You see me lookin' lively
This year is the year to hustle
And when it get

this whole album in my bedroom closet
And I'm coming with the thump that can thump yo noggin
I was raised off that cotton and I got to know, got to know

scared of it
I wish my authenticity didn't get me embarrassed
I wish I wasn't mocked by friends, teachers, and grandparents
For every other thought

the thunder before rockets
Hail Mary, goal line like Odell, I won't drop it
Where you find hope when surrounded by disbelief?
Where you find guidance, they

a time I wanted to die with Lana Del Rey
But now I just wanna die with a mic in hand
Record more albums like I am grand
Release them just to see where I

year in my feelings
I fear that I gave you an album
Instead of the crown I set out
To bestow on my keening
Around but you never should call me
Ignore any

I'm burning the page
Moment I pick up the pen and I write it
My flow is ignited
You fanning the fire
By listening
Yeah

People dismissing him
I do